Hech! hech! yer husband will be coming, ye know, and he's sure to want it!" With that seasonable pleasantry the venerable Bishopriggs winked, and went out.
Anne looked at her watch.

By her calculation it was not far from the hour when Geoffrey might be expected to arrive at the inn, assuming Geoffrey to have left Windygates at the time agreed on.

A little more patience, and the landlady's scruples would be satisfied, and the ordeal would be at an end.
Could she have met him nowhere else than at this barbarous house, and among these barbarous people?
No.

Outside the doors of Windygates she had not a friend to help her in all Scotland.

There was no place at her disposal but the inn; and she had only to be thankful that it occupied a sequestered situation, and was not likely to be visited by any of Lady Lundie's friends.