"True," answered Mowbray; "since we must be rogues, or something like it, let us make it worth our while at least; so give me a form of the letter, and Clara shall copy it--that is, if she consents; for you know she can keep her own opinion as well as any other woman in the world." "And that," said Meiklewham, "is as the wind will keep its way, preach to it as ye like. But if I might advise about Miss Clara--I wad say naething mair than that I was stressed for the penny money; for I mistake her muckle if she would like to see you ganging to pitch and toss wi' this lord and tither baronet for her aunt's three per cents--I ken she has some queer notions--she gies away the feck of the dividends on that very stock in downright charity." "And I am in hazard to rob the poor as well as my sister!" said Mowbray, filling once more his own glass and his friend's. "Come, Mick, no sky-lights--here is Clara's health--she is an angel--and I am--what I will not call myself, and suffer no other man to call me.--But I shall win this time--I am sure I shall, since Clara's fortune depends upon it." "Now, I think, on the other hand," said Meiklewham, "that if any thing should chance wrang, (and Heaven kens that the best-laid schemes will gang ajee,) it will be a great comfort to think that the ultimate losers will only be the poor folk, that have the parish between them and absolute starvation--if your sister spent her ain siller, it would be a very different story." "Hush, Mick--for God's sake, hush, mine honest friend," said Mowbray; "it is quite true; thou art a rare counsellor in time of need, and hast as happy a manner of reconciling a man's conscience with his necessities, as might set up a score of casuists; but beware, my most zealous counsellor and confessor, how you drive the nail too far--I promise you some of the chaffing you are at just now rather abates my pluck.--Well--give me your scroll--I will to Clara with it--though I would rather meet the best shot in Britain, with ten paces of green sod betwixt us." So saying, he left the apartment. CHAPTER XI. FRATERNAL LOVE. Nearest of blood should still be next in love; And when I see these happy children playing, While William gathers flowers for Ellen's ringlets, And Ellen dresses flies for William's angle, I scarce can think, that in advancing life, Coldness, unkindness, interest, or suspicion, Will e'er divide that unity so sacred, Which Nature bound at birth. _Anonymous._