"And I would ask of you, James Aytoun," said Mrs. Catherine, "for what reason that ill-favored buckie of a gig is standing at my door? and what business the cripple helper from the Portoran inn has among my servants? I must take order with this." "The man is waiting for me," said James. "I must return home to-morrow, Mrs. Catherine--and the day is waning. I must get into Portoran soon." "You must not think," said Mrs. Catherine, "of crossing my threshold this night again. Hold your peace, young man: there is no voice lifted under this roof with authority but mine, and I will not have it. Jacky!" Jacky made her appearance at the door--"let the man that drove Mr. Aytoun up, get his dinner, and then tell your mother he is not to wait--Mr. Aytoun does not return to-night. And now, young folk, are you nearly through with your consulting? I have a visitor waiting for me up the stair." "You decide to go with me to-morrow, Mr. Ross?" said James. "Yes, certainly," said Lewis. "I will not do much good I dare say; but I shall, at least, be on the spot." "You are done, are you?" said Mrs. Catherine. "James Aytoun I have another matter to speak to you about. Has a stranger in the country--the purchaser of an old estate--any shadow of a right to shut up a road which has been the property of the folk of this parish of Strathoran, since beyond the memory of man?" "No," said James, "no proprietor has--of however long standing he may be." "Not myself say you?" said Mrs. Catherine, "that is another thing, James Aytoun. My house has held this land for many generations. I have a right of service from the people; but an upstart--a laird by purchase, by purchase, said I?--by cheatry and secret theftdom, nothing better! There is a creature of this kind upon the lands of Strathoran, and the way by the waterside is blocked up this day--a kirk road! a by-way as old as the tenure of my lands!--the cattle never did a worse thing for their own peacefulness. The road shall return to the folk it rightfully belongs to, if I should have the whole reprobate pack of them before the Court of Session!" "Who is the proprietor?" said James. "Lord Gillravidge," answered Lewis. "Lord Gillravidge? Hold your peace, Lewis Ross, when folk are not speaking to you, as one of your years should. The house of Strathoran has been a sinful house, James Aytoun, and Providence has sent upon it a plague of frogs, as was sent upon Egypt in the time of Israel's captivity--puddocks that have the gift of venom over and above the native slime of them. The proprietor is Archibald Sutherland, who is dwelling in my house at this moment; but the lad has let his possessions slip through his fingers, and the vermin are in them. I would take the law with me. What should be my first step, James Aytoun, for the recovery of the road?" "Throw down the barricade," said Lewis.