"Oh; it is only a cottage, consisting of one storey and a garret; but the next time we come to Largo, I shall show you his flip-can, musket, and a lock of his hair." "Ah, that reminds me, Mr. Norcliff, that you must return to me the lock of hair which you obtained when inspired with romance by Miss Calderwood’s legend last night." "Lady Louisa, I implore your permission to retain it," said I, in a low voice. "To what end, or for what reason?" she asked, with a furtive smile. "I am going far, far away, and it will serve as a memento of many happy days, and of one whom I shall never cease to remember, but with——" "Why, you don’t mean to say that—that you are serious?" she asked, in a voice that betrayed emotion, while my heart rose to my trembling lips, and I turned to gaze upon her with an unmistakable expression of love and tenderness, which made her colour come and go visibly. Reassuring herself, she began to smile. "Perhaps your creed is a soldier’s one?" said she, with a little convulsive laugh, as she tied her veil under her chin. "A soldier’s! I hope so; but in what sense do you mean?" "’To love all that is lovely, and all that you can,’ as the song has it." I laid a hand lightly on her soft arm, and was about to say something there could be no misconstruing, while a film seemed to pass over my eyes, and my soul rose to my lips; but Pitblado, who, whether he was listening or not, had a sharp eye on the cattle, now said— "Beg your pardon, sir, but I don’t like the look of that leader." "The blood mare with the white star on her forehead," said I, touching her lightly on the flank with the whip, and making her curvet; "she is usually very quiet." "Perhaps so, sir; but she’s always clapping her ears close down—throwing her eyes backward, and showing the whites. She’s up to mischief, I’m certain." "Jump down, then," said I, "shorten the curb, and lengthen the traces by a hole or two." This was done in a trice; Willie sprang into his seat like a harlequin, and away we went from the Kirktoun of Largo at a rasping pace. "She’s a lovely animal, with pasterns like a girl’s ankles; but she’s clapping her tail a little too close in for my taste, sir, and she’s up to some devilry," persisted Pitblado, and ere long his surmises proved correct. "We’ve left the drag behind; distanced it clean already," said I. "It’s a heavier drag than the regimental one at head-quarters, sir," said Willie, taking the hint to look back now; but the sound of hoofs or wheels could no longer be detected in the still evening air behind.