Whilst he turned over these matters in his mind, the landlord addressed Fenton as follows: "You can go to another room, Fenton.

A'm glad to see you in a decent suit of clothes, any way--a' hope you'll take yourself up, and avoid drink and low company; for de'il a haet good ever the same two brought anybody; but, before you go, a'll give you a gless o' grog to drink the Glorious Memory.

Come, now, tramp, like a good fellow." "I have a particular wish," said the stranger, "that Mr.Fenton should remain; and say to Sir Thomas Gourlay that I am ready to see him." "A' say, then," said Jack, in a friendly whisper, "be on your edge with him, for, if he finds you saft, the very de'il won't stand him." "The gentleman, Sir Tammas," said Jack, on going down stairs, "will be glad to see you.

He's overhead." Fenton, himself, on hearing that Sir Thomas was about to come up, prepared to depart; but the other besought him so earnestly to stay, that he consented, although with evident reluctance.

He brought his chair over to a corner of the room, as if he wished to be as much out of the way as possible, or, it may be, as far from Sir Thomas's eye, as the size of the apartment would permit.