"What!" cried Inchrory, drawing himself up in his chair, and looking
thunderbolts,--"What! does Lord Fife take me for a dog-dealer? I would
not sell my dog to any Lord in the land. I would not sell my dog to
the King on the throne. Tell his Lordship, I would as soon sell him
my wife!"
"What a stupid fellow I am, Inchrory!" said the factor. "Did I say that
it was the Earl that sent me? If I did, I was quite wrong. No! no! his
Lordship did no such thing. He only admired the dog so much, that
he could speak of nothing else as he crossed the meadow to join his
people. It was my mistake altogether. Hearing him admire your dog so
much, I thought it would be a kind act from me to you, my old friend,
just to ride back quietly, and give you a hint of it. 'I thought I
had the best dogs in all Scotland,' said the Earl, 'but that dog of
Inchrory's beats them all clean. He is worth them all put together. He
is a prince among dogs, as his master is a prince among men. Where
could you find a master worthy of such a dog but Inchrory himself--the
best fellow I have met with in all this country.'"
"Did the Earl of Fife say that?" cried Inchrory. "Here, bring me a
leash. Now," added he after having fastened it about the hound's neck,
"take hold of that, and lead the dog with you to the Earl, and tell
him that Inchrory begs he will accept of him as a present."
The Earl was delighted with the dog, as well as with the able conduct
of his ambassador who brought him; and he was no sooner fairly
established in his own house at Mar Lodge, than he sent an especial
messenger over the hill to Inchrory, with a letter from himself,
thanking him for his noble present, and requesting him to come and
pay him a visit. Inchrory most graciously accepted the invitation;
and the Earl took care to be prepared to give him a proper reception.
Inchrory, dressed in his best Highland costume, accoutred with sword,
dirk, and pistols complete, mounted his long tailed garron, and
rode over to Mar Lodge. When he arrived at the door, two grooms of
the Earl's were ready, one to hold his horse's head, and the other
his stirrup whilst he dismounted, and he was ushered into the house
by the house-steward, and through an alley of footmen, all richly
attired in the Earl's livery, till he was shewn into the room where
his Lordship was seated. Inchrory had never seen anything the least
like this before. But he was too proud to manifest the smallest
surprise--and holding up his head, he strode in with a dignified air,
and took all this pomp as if it had belonged to him of course. The
Earl was seated, amidst all his magnificence, in a great arm-chair
next the fire, with an empty one placed at his left hand.
"Good day to you, Inchrory," said the Earl to him as he entered,
and at the same time nodding his head familiarly as he spoke, but
without rising from his seat.
"Good day to you, my Lord," said Inchrory, strutting forward like a
turkey cock.
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