A collie and a hound lay upon the hearth.

Between them stood Mrs.Jardine, a tall, fair woman of forty and more, with gray eyes, strong nose, and humorous mouth.
"Light them all, Davie! It'll be dark then by London houses." Davie showed an old servant's familiarity.

"He wasna sae grand when he left auld Scotland thirty years since! I'm thinking he might remember when he had nae candles ava in his auld hoose." "Well, he'll have candles enough in his new hall." Davie lit the last candle.

"They say that he is sinfu' rich!" "Rich enough to buy Black Hill," said Mrs.Jardine, and turned to the fire.

The tutor joined her there.