three rode together to St. Bride's.

The streets were full of the rift-raff of all the countryside, who

had no sooner clapped eyes on Mr. Henry than the hissing began, and

the hooting, and the cries of "Judas!" and "Where was the Master?"

and "Where were the poor lads that rode with him?" Even a stone

was cast; but the more part cried shame at that, for my old lord's

sake, and Miss Alison's. It took not ten minutes to persuade my

lord that Mr. Henry had been right. He said never a word, but

turned his horse about, and home again, with his chin upon his

bosom. Never a word said Miss Alison; no doubt she thought the

more; no doubt her pride was stung, for she was a bone-bred Durie;

and no doubt her heart was touched to see her cousin so unjustly

used. That night she was never in bed; I have often blamed my lady

- when I call to mind that night, I readily forgive her all; and

the first thing in the morning she came to the old lord in his

usual seat.

"If Henry still wants me," said she, "he can have me now." To

himself she had a different speech: "I bring you no love, Henry;

but God knows, all the pity in the world."

June the 1st, 1748, was the day of their marriage. It was December

of the same year that first saw me alighting at the doors of the

great house; and from there I take up the history of events as they

befell under my own observation, like a witness in a court.

CHAPTER II. SUMMARY OF EVENTS (continued)

I made the last of my journey in the cold end of December, in a

mighty dry day of frost, and who should be my guide but Patey

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