"I should be sorry to have hurt you .-- Going to college, I presume, Sir Gilbert ?" Gibbie looked at Mr.Sclater.
"He is going to study with me for a while first," answered the minister.
"I am glad to hear it, He could not do better," said Miss Kimble.
"Come, girls." And with friendly farewells, she moved on, her train after her, thinking with herself what a boor the young fellow was--the young--baronet ?--Yes, he must be a baronet; he was too young to have been knighted already.

But where ever could he have been brought up?
Mr.Sclater had behaved judiciously, and taken gentle pains to satisfy the old couple that they must part with Gibbie.

One of the neighbouring clergy knew Mr.Sclater well, and with him paid the old people a visit, to help them to dismiss any lingering doubt that he was the boy's guardian legally appointed.

To their own common sense indeed it became plain that, except some such story was true, there could be nothing to induce him to come after Gibbie, or desire to take charge of the outcast; but they did not feel thoroughly satisfied until Mr.Sclater brought Fergus Duff to the cottage, to testify to him as being what he pretended.

It was a sore trial, but amongst the griefs of losing him, no fear of his forgetting them was included.