Placing a foot in his stirrup he mounted, and ordered the coach to be driven off. At the same moment I lifted Marie Louise out by the opposite door, which Dundrennan closed as I led her away in the darkness, which enabled this manoeuvre to be as skilfully executed as it was wisely prepared; and then the enormous vehicle went lumbering empty along the bridge of the cascade and down the valley, carefully guarded by De Brissac, the Chevalier of Mont Carmel, and the two mousquetaires. 'I have the quittance of M. de Brissac; I am safe--the fool! the egregious fool!' said Dundrennan, while, laughing, he ordered the gates to be shut and the bridge wound up. 'Now, Blane, my dear friend, to horse, and away for the Rhine.' We reached the sallyport and mounted. Dundrennan lifted Marie Louise to her saddle, and kissed her white and trembling hands, which could scarcely grasp the reins. 'Adieu, madame!' said he; 'in Scotland we may meet again.' 'Farewell, Viscount!' said I; and tears started to my eyes when I saw his tall and noble figure for the last time: 'give my kindest wishes to all our comrades of the Garde du Corps Ecossais. God's blessing! a long, good night to them and you! As the song says-- 'What I hae tint through lack o' wit, I never, never, can recall; I trust you'll be my friends as yet; Gude night, and joy be wi' you all!' He waved his plumed hat to us as we spurred round the margin of the lake, and in a direction opposite to that pursued by the deluded messengers of Cardinal Richelieu, galloped in safety down the moonlighted path that led towards the far-famed Rhine. -------------------- If any of my readers are curious to see in stone and lime a corroboration of the foregoing narrative, let them come with me to the Grampians of Galloway--to that sequestered district so celebrated for the savage grandeur of its scenery, and the feudal exploits of the loyal house of Kenmure. If my inquiring friend is a sportsman, let him not forget his rod and gun (with sandwiches and a well-filled pocket-pistol), for there the spotted trout, the scaly salmon, the wild duck, the dusky coot and heron, enjoy a lonely world of their own; and if our wanderer be (as I would prefer) one of the fairer portion of our creation, let her not forget her sketch-book and the language of the flowers. There, amid the wilds of Glenkens, we will find the ruined tower of Blanerne, above the arched door of which is a carved scutcheon of red stone, bearing the arms of the Scottish Blanes; to wit, in the half-obsolete slang of heraldry, _argent_, a fesse _gules_, with a mullet between two crescents of the first; in base, a rose of the second, quartered with the _three winglets of Lorraine_, the whole being collared by the order of St. Lazare, crested by a sword, and encircled by a motto, which the venerable 'muffs' of the Lyon Court have declared to be 'HE YAT GIVES QUICKLIE, GIVES TWYSE.'