This affair settled, they walked briskly on a little farther, when, coming to the ridge of a pretty steep hill, Hobbie Elliot exclaimed, “Now, Earnscliff, I am aye glad when I come to this very bit--Ye see the light below, that’s in the ha’ window, where grannie, the gash auld carline, is sitting birling at her wheel--and ye see yon other light that’s gaun whiddin’ back and forrit through amang the windows? that’s my cousin, Grace Armstrong,--she’s twice as clever about the house as my sisters, and sae they say themsells, for they’re good-natured lasses as ever trode on heather; but they confess themsells, and sae does grannie, that she has far maist action, and is the best goer about the toun, now that grannie is off the foot hersell.--My brothers, ane o’ them’s away to wait upon the chamberlain, and ane’s at Moss-phadraig, that’s our led farm--he can see after the stock just as weel as I can do.” “You are lucky, my good friend, in having so many valuable relations.” “Troth am I--Grace make me thankful, I’se never deny it.--But will ye tell me now, Earnscliff, you that have been at college, and the high-school of Edinburgh, and got a’ sort o’ lair where it was to be best gotten--will ye tell me--no that it’s ony concern of mine in particular,--but I heard the priest of St. John’s, and our minister, bargaining about it at the Winter fair, and troth they baith spak very weel--Now, the priest says it’s unlawful to marry ane’s cousin; but I cannot say I thought he brought out the Gospel authorities half sae weel as our minister--our minister is thought the best divine and the best preacher atween this and Edinburgh--Dinna ye think he was likely to be right?” “Certainly marriage, by all protestant Christians, is held to be as free as God made it by the Levitical law; so, Hobbie, there can be no bar, legal or religious, betwixt you and Miss Armstrong.” “Hout awa’ wi’ your joking, Earnscliff,” replied his companion,--“ye are angry aneugh yoursell if ane touches you a bit, man, on the sooth side of the jest--No that I was asking the question about Grace, for ye maun ken she’s no my cousin-germain out and out, but the daughter of my uncle’s wife by her first marriage, so she’s nae kith nor kin to me--only a connexion like. But now we’re at the Sheeling-hill--I’ll fire off my gun, to let them ken I’m coming, that’s aye my way; and if I hae a deer I gie them twa shots, ane for the deer and ane for mysell.” He fired off his piece accordingly, and the number of lights were seen to traverse the house, and even to gleam before it. Hobbie Elliot pointed out one of these to Earnscliff, which seemed to glide from the house towards some of the outhouses-“That’s Grace hersell,” said Hobbie. “She’ll no meet me at the door, I’se warrant her--but she’ll be awa’, for a’ that, to see if my hounds’ supper be ready, poor beasts.” “Love me, love my dog,” answered Earnscliff. “Ah, Hobbie, you are a lucky young fellow!”