I carried her in to his lordship my papa; and his Advocacy, being in a favourable stage of claret, was so good as to receive the pair of us.

_Here is Grey Eyes that you have been deaved with these days past_, said I, _she is come to prove that we spoke true, and I lay the prettiest lass in the three Lothians at your feet_--making a papistical reservation of myself.

She suited her action to my words; down she went upon her knees to him--I would not like to swear but he saw two of her, which doubtless made her appeal the more irresistible, for you are all a pack of Mahomedans--told him what had passed that night, and how she had withheld her father's man from following of you, and what a case she was in about her father, and what a flutter for yourself; and begged with weeping for the lives of both of you (neither of which was in the slightest danger) till I vow I was proud of my sex because it was done so pretty, and ashamed for it because of the smallness of the occasion.
She had not gone far, I assure you, before the Advocate was wholly sober, to see his inmost politics ravelled out by a young lass and discovered to the most unruly of his daughters.

But we took him in hand, the pair of us, and brought that matter straight.

Properly managed--and that means managed by me--there is no one to compare with my papa." "He has been a good man to me," said I.
"Well, he was a good man to Katrine, and I was there to see to it," said she.
"And she pled for me!" said I.
"She did that, and very movingly," said Miss Grant.