’Were your mother not so doom-set on it,’ went on the laird—’and sure she ought to know what is best for lasses—I would say never mind, and let Mr. Cheape go hang. But she’s set on it, sure and fast, Ally; and maybe it’s not just such a bad thing as it looks.’ He stopped and coughed; nothing but his daughter’s quick breathing answered him. ’He’s not a bonny man, I will say,’ he continued; ’but ’tisn’t always the handsome faces and the fine manners that pay best in the end, Ally. Mr. Cheape is most handsome in his dealings if he’s not so in his looks; and, on my soul, I think he would do well by a wife.’ No answer yet. ’You would not help to ruin Jacky, would you, Ally?’ urged the laird, pathetically. ’Indeed, no,’ said Alison at last, in a low voice. ’But ruin him you will in the future, if you let this chance go by,’ said the laird more firmly, for he was conscious of his advantage. ’Mr. Cheape is a monied man, and generous with his money, and we have profited by that already. I have taken a loan from him, at a nominal interest, which has greatly eased my circumstances; but I cannot hold to that if you give Mr. Cheape the go-by, Ally.’ ’I didn’t know of that, sir,’ said Alison. ’’Tis true,’ said the laird, ’and not over much to my credit, for it seems like the selling of you, lass. But ’tis for your own good in the end, too, I swear, or I would hold back yet. What’s your future, Ally, but to feed the hens? And when we’re gone—your mother and I—to feed them to Jacky’s wife, and she perhaps not so willing to let you. There’s not much lies before you here, my lassie.’ It seemed not, indeed. ’Then there’s all your sisters—poor, silly bodies,’ pursued the laird, who knew his ground, in Alison’s nature, better than did his wife, because it was akin to his own weaker flesh. ’What a chance for them in this braw marriage of yours! You can give them a lift, poor lasses, such as we never can.... ’Tis not to ourselves alone we live in this world, Ally!’ ’No, sir,’ said Alison, quietly. Then, all of a sudden, she reached for the tinder-box, and, rising, lit the little cruisey lamp upon the wall. By its weak flame, her father could see her standing before him, very tall and straight, her face very white, the cheeks a little hollow with a week of fasting, and the tumbled curls about her broad, soft brows. ’I will have to take Mr. Cheape, sir, I see,’ she said, a little doggedly, ’since it is best for everybody, and I will—if I _can_.’ ’Now that’s a sensible lassie!’ cried the laird, ’and how pleased your mother will be!’ And, indeed, his own life, from that lady’s displeasure, had been little, if at all, pleasanter than Alison’s for the past week. ’Come, Ally, kiss your father! Things will be better than you think for, and Cheape a better husband than many a young spark.’ Alison was about to do as she was bid, when her quick ear caught a sound outside, and she started away from her father’s arm.