“Ye may be vera certain, sir, that she’ll be naething but pleased: she has a gran’ opingon, and weel she may, o’ Maister Robertson. Ye see, sir, I want ye to put yersels i’ the han’s o’ a man that kens ye baith, and the half o’ yer story a’ready—ane, that is, wha’ll jeedge ye truly and mercifully, and no condemn ye affhan’. Syne tak his advice what ye oucht to dee neist.” “I will—and thank you, Mr. MacLear! Ae thing only I houp—that naither you, sir, nor he will ever seek to pursuaud me to gang on preachin. Ae thing I’m set upon, and that is, to deliver my sowl frae hypocrisy, and walk softly a’ the rest o’ my days! Happy man wad I hae been, had they set me frae the first to caw the pleuch, and cut the corn, and gether the stooks intil the barn—i’stead o’ creepin intil a leaky boat to fish for men wi’ a foul and tangled net! I’m affrontit and jist scunnert at mysel!—Eh, the presumption o’ the thing! But I hae been weel and richteously punished! The Father drew his han’ oot o’ mine, and loot me try to gang my lane; sae doon I cam, for I was fit for naething but to fa’: naething less could hae broucht me to mysel—and it took a lang time! I houp Mr. Robertson will see the thing as I dee mysel!—Wull I write and speir him oot to Stanecross to advise wi my father aboot Isy? That would bring him! There never was man readier to help!—But it’s surely my pairt to gang to _him_, and mak my confession, and boo til his judgment!—Only I maun tell Isy first!” Isy was not only willing, but eager that Mr. and Mrs. Robertson should know everything. “But be sure,” she added, “that you let them know you come of yourself, and I never asked you.” Peter said he could not let him go alone, but must himself go with him, for he was but weakly yet—and they must not put it off a single day, lest anything should transpire and be misrepresented. The news which father and son carried them, filled the Robertsons with more than pleasure; and if their reception of him made James feel the repentant prodigal he was, it was by its heartiness, and their jubilation over Isy. The next Sunday, Mr. Robertson preached in James’s pulpit, and published the banns of marriage between James Blatherwick and Isobel Rose. The two following Sundays he repeated his visit to Tiltowie for the same purpose; and on the Monday married them at Stonecross. Then was also the little one baptized, by the name of Peter, in his father’s arms—amid much gladness, not unmingled with shame. The soutar and his Maggie were the only friends present besides the Robertsons.