"Oh, will you--how good of you!" she exclaimed, clutching his sleeve tight. "I thought of dressing up and running away to sea as a cabin-boy. I was so desperate. But, really, all I want is to win safe back to Galloway and--to be let do as I like." "That last," said the Laird drily, "is, so far as I have observed, what the hale race o' weemen-kind exclusively desire and seek after in this life--juist leave to do as they like." Then he added cautiously, "Would you go decently to your father's house if I landed ye on the Back Shore? Now tell me honestly, Miss Patsy!" "Well, I might--upon conditions--!" "Ah, I suppose the conditions we have just been talking about." "Something like them," said Patsy, smiling; "but, then, my father has always let me do as I like, and he will now, if only I could get at him--_by himself_! Only you see, there's Uncle Julian. He's a dear, and I love him, but for him all that the Princess says is gospel--all that she wants must be done instantly. That is why I am here. That is, why this Austrian applejack is forced into the deadly breach and made to make love to me. I don't think he wants to in the least. It is the Princess who is too strong for him, as she is too strong for Uncle Ju, and as she may prove too strong for me, if I don't get out of this and run away!" "We'll see, bairn! We will just see!" was all she could get out of Kennedy McClure. * * * * * Two events fruitful of consequences followed closely on this talk which Patsy had with the Laird of Supsorrow. The first of these was a visit which Patsy received about ten of the clock the very next morning. She was breakfasting in Miss Aline's sitting-room after a cool ramble in the garden. The Princess did not often appear before noon, so Miss Aline and Patsy had the morning to themselves. "A lady to see Miss Ferris," said the maid, who, in consequence of Miss Aline's prejudice, had been provided to wait upon them; "no, the lady would not give her name. It was Miss Ferris she asked to see, and as soon as possible. No, Miss Aline, I do not think it was some one asking for money. She came in a carriage with liveries, quite the lady." Patsy went down immediately, and in the Gold Parlour she found the Lady Lucy Raincy--Lady Lucy in tears, Lady Lucy in a pleasant fluffy desolation of woe. She flung her arms about the girl's neck and wept freely on her shoulder. "Oh, help me," she sobbed, "you _will_ help me, I know. I have not always seemed a good friend to you, but I have always really loved you. Only you know, a mother with an only son--I suppose I was jealous. And oh, how I wish I had made Louis marry you then--" "_Then_," said Patsy, turning sharply, "when?" "When he wanted to and spoke to me about it! If only I had let him!" "But _I_ would not have 'let him' (as you call it), not then nor any other time!"