CHAPTER V.
The next day David came into the bank about noon, and said, "Come wi' me to McLellan's, James, and hae a mutton pie, it's near by lunch-time." While they were eating it David said, "Donald McFarlane is to be wedded next month.

He's making a grand marriage." James bit his lip, but said nothing.
"He's spoken for Miss Margaret Napier; her father was ane o' the Lords o' Session; she's his sole heiress, and that will mean L50,000, foreby the bonnie place and lands o' Ellenshawe." "And Christine ?" "Dinna look that way, man.

Christine is content; she kens weel enough she isna like her cousin." "God be thanked she is not.

Go away from me, David Cameron, or I shall say words that will make more suffering than you can dream off.

Go away, man." David was shocked and grieved at his companion's passion.