The other was rather taken aback. Painters in those days had not the standing in society that they have now, but the voice and manner were unmistakably those of a man of breeding. Even his freedom was not the upstart licence of one trying to assert himself, but the easy expression of a roving imagination. "I should introduce myself too," said Logie. "I am Captain James Logie, Lord Balnillo's brother. But we must rescue your--your--baggage. Where is your postilion?" Flemington held up the lantern again, and its rays fell upon a man holding the two horses which were standing together under a tree. James went towards them. "Poor beast," said he, as he saw the knees of one of the pair, "he would be better in a stall. Andrew Robieson, send your boy to the house for a light, and then you can guide them to the stables." Meanwhile, the two other men had almost succeeded in getting the carriage once more upon its wheels, and with the help of Flemington and Logie, it was soon righted. They decided to leave it where it was for the night, and it was dragged a little aside, lest it should prove a pitfall to any chance traveller who might pass before morning. The two gentlemen went towards the house together, and the men followed, carring Flemington's possessions and the great square package containing his canvases. When they entered the library Lord Balnillo was standing with his back to the fire. "I have brought Mr. Flemington, brother," said Logie, "his coach has come to grief in the Den." Archie stopped short, and putting his heels together, made much the same bow as he had made to Mr. Duthie eighteen years before. A feeling of admiration went through James as the warm light of the house revealed the person of his companion, and something in the shrewd wrinkles round his brother's unimpressive eyes irritated him. He felt a vivid interest in the stranger, and the cautious old man's demeanour seemed to have raised the atmosphere of a law-court round himself. He was surveying the new-comer with stiff urbanity. But Archie made small account of it. "Sir," said Balnillo, with condescension, "if you will oblige me by making yourself at home until you can continue your road, I shall take myself for fortunate." "My lord," replied Archie, "if you knew how like heaven this house appears to me after the bottomless pit in your den, you might take yourself for the Almighty."