your face that she took you up and was so good to you. And

everybody in the world would do the same."

"Everybody?" says she.

"Every living soul?" said I.

"Ah, then, that will be why the soldiers at the castle took me up!"

she cried,

"Barbara has been teaching you to catch me," said I.

"She will have taught me more than that at all events. She will

have taught me a great deal about Mr. David--all the ill of him,

and a little that was not so ill either, now and then," she said,

smiling. "She will have told me all there was of Mr. David, only

just that he would sail upon this very same ship. And why it is

you go?"

I told her.

"Ah, well," said she, "we will be some days in company and then (I

suppose) good-bye for altogether! I go to meet my father at a

place of the name of Helvoetsluys, and from there to France, to be

exiles by the side of our chieftain."

I could say no more than just "O!" the name of James More always

drying up my very voice.

She was quick to perceive it, and to guess some portion of my

thought.

"There is one thing I must be saying first of all, Mr. David," said

she. "I think two of my kinsfolk have not behaved to you

altogether very well. And the one of them two is James More, my

father, and the other is the Laird of Prestongrange. Prestongrange

will have spoken by himself, or his daughter in the place of him.

But for James More, my father, I have this much to say: he lay

shackled in a prison; he is a plain honest soldier and a plain

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