The Marquis of Lossie

opening of the door, and the voic

eak there. I know you. What right have you to be on the pre

lm, who had sprung to the door and now stood holdin

r than a housebreaker if you ent

ha'e the key my lord gae me to ilka plac

rectly. I'm ma

sic thing, sir. What

go at once and get a warr

refar't to Ma

ay't! -- what has he to do with my

alcolm, in terror lest he sho

cal! Who have you

ed form. But stiff as a statue Malcolm kept his stand, and the door was immovable. Mr Crathie gave a second and angrier pu

ed, "or I'll horsewhip you

colm, "but in here ye

g on the flower bed in front of it. Malcolm instantly stepped out, locked the door, put the key in his pocket, an

, sir? What for wull fowk no tak'

force of logic or illumination

" he cried, "or I'll

alcolm, "an' gien ye fin' me wa

cation on himself if he did not mak

ang hame to the mistress, an' I s' be

unds again, I'll set every

lm la

ither gait, wad they min' you or m

ey, and go abou

alcolm. "An' for lea'in' the place, gien I be na in your service, Maister Crathie, I'm nae un'er your orders.

her good name poor Lizzy had left: like the books of the Sibyl, that grew in value. He mad

r, led Lizzy out, and brought her through the tunnel to