'Verra weel, my lord.--Letty, rin an' luik efter him; and as sune 's he's roon' the neuk, tell Lizzie no to say a word aboot the leddy. As sure 's deith he's efter her. Whaur cud he hae heard tell o' her?' Lord Rothie came, a moment after, sauntering into the bar-parlour, where Lizzie, the third Miss Napier, a red-haired, round-eyed, white-toothed woman of forty, was making entries in a book. 'She's a bonnie lassie that, that came in the coach to-night, they say, Miss Lizzie.' 'As ugly 's sin, my lord,' answered Lizzie. 'I hae seen some sin 'at was nane sae ugly, Miss Lizzie.' 'She wad hae clean scunnert (disgusted) ye, my lord. It's a mercy ye didna see her.' 'If she be as ugly as all that, I would just like to see her.' Miss Lizzie saw she had gone too far. 'Ow, deed! gin yer lordship wants to see her, ye may see her at yer wull. I s' gang and tell her.' And she rose as if to go. 'No, no. Nothing of the sort, Miss Lizzie. Only I heard that she was bonnie, and I wanted to see her. You know I like to look at a pretty girl.' 'That's ower weel kent, my lord.' 'Well, there's no harm in that, Miss Lizzie.' 'There's no harm in that, my lord, though yer lordship says 't.' The facts were that his lordship had been to the county-town, some forty miles off, and Black Geordie had been sent to Hillknow to meet him; for in any weather that would let him sit, he preferred horseback to every other mode of travelling, though he seldom would be followed by a groom. He had posted to Hillknow, and had dined with a friend at the inn. The coach stopping to change horses, he had caught a glimpse of a pretty face, as he thought, from its window, and had hoped to overtake the coach before it reached Rothieden. But stopping to drink another bottle, he had failed; and it was on the merest chance of seeing that pretty face that he stopped at The Boar's Head. In all probability, had the Marquis seen the lady, he would not have thought her at all such a beauty as she appeared in the eyes of Dooble Sanny; nor, I venture to think, had he thought as the shoemaker did, would he yet have dared to address her in other than the words of such respect as he could still feel in the presence of that which was more noble than himself. Whether or not on his visit to the stable he found anything amiss with Black Geordie, I cannot tell, but he now begged Miss Lizzie to have a bedroom prepared for him. It happened to be the evening of Friday, one devoted by some of the townspeople to a symposium. To this, knowing that the talk will throw a glimmer on several matters, I will now introduce my reader, as a spectator through the reversed telescope of my history.