The earl reached Edinburg late at night.

Mrs.Campbell entreated him to go to bed, and not seek out the street where the Bruces lived till morning.
"For I ken the place weel," said she, when she heard Lord Cairnforth inquiring for the address Helen had given.

"It's ane o' thae high lands in the New Town--a grand flat wi' a fine ha' door--and then ye gang up an' up, till at the top flat ye find a bit nest like a bird's -- and the folk living there are as ill off as a bird in winter-time." The earl, weary as he had been, raised his head at this, and spoke decisively, "Tell Malcolm to fetch a coach.

I will go there tonight." "Eh! Couldna ye bide till the morn?
Ye'll just kill yourself,' my lamb," cried the affectionate woman, forgetting all her respect in her affection; but Lord Cairnforth understood it, and replied in the good old Scotch, which he always kept to warm his nurse's heart, "Na, na, I'll no dee yet.

Keep your heart content; we'll all soon be safe back at Cairnforth." It seemed, in truth, as if an almost miraculous amount of endurance and energy had been given to that frail body for this hour of need.