’What’s the like o’ you doin’ here?’ Mysie asked, in a fierce whisper. But when they came to the accustomed door, and Alison stopped, the woman released her hold, and burst into a peal of laughter. ’Here,’ she cried, ’_Here_! Eh, lass, but this dings a’! You anither o’ them, and you in silks and satins! Eh, but he’s a braw lad!’ She held her sides with laughter, arms akimbo, and stared at Alison with her strange, wild eyes. Alison was now certain she was demented. ’Come away, come away,’ she said soothingly; she had hurriedly slipped the letter in between the door and its lintel. But Mysie would not be cajoled. ’Anither o’ his jo’s!’ she ejaculated, and then she bent to Alison’s ear, ’Whar is’t ye meet him, lass? And what is’t ye pit intil the letter? I canna write him ma’sel’, or I would—I would—my certes, yes!’ Alison tried to shake her off. ’I don’t know what you are talking of,’ she said, ’and neither do you. The letter is neither your business nor mine.’ ’Ah, ye needna be tellin’ me that!’ said Mysie. ’But I’se no trament ye, lass,’ she added, with a sudden change of tone. ’We maun be movin’, too.’ The unhappy creature sighed; her mood of excitement seemed over, and she walked along quietly and dejectedly, her step dragging on the stones. Suddenly she paused, seizing Alison’s arm. ’Lass,’ she whispered, ’ye—ye ken him? Think ye he’ll be guid to Mysie in her trouble?’ ’Who? What trouble?’ asked Alison, startled, and suddenly moved to a kind of shrinking pity for the woman. But Mysie did not explain, only gave her a strange look and heaved a convulsive sigh. To Alison, the disagreeable idea presented itself that her companion might babble among Herries’s servants of the leaving of the letter. Well, where you desired silence you gave a fee. Nancy had taught her that. She felt in her pocket for her purse; there was only a crown in it, which seemed a great deal, but it must be given. ’This is for your trouble, Mysie,’ she said, when they had reached the General’s Entry, but the words suggesting discretion which she had meant to utter, literally stuck in her throat. They were unnecessary. ’I’se no tell on ye, lass,’ said Mysie, with a cunning look, as her dirty fingers closed upon the coin. Alison shuddered, but dismissed her quietly. The incident had disturbed her a good deal, and when she entered the parlour, she had a rather pale face and frightened eyes. ’Bless the child,’ cried Nancy, who, with a litter of paper round her, was scribbling verses by the cosy hearth. ’What ails you? Has old Creighton’s tea given you the indigestion? Be sure, love, if there was poison in the cup, ’twas meant for me! But, Ally, you look scared: what is it, love?’ ’’Twas—’twas nothing much,’ said Alison, struggling to rid herself of the disagreeable impressions of her walk. ’Only, Mr. Herries has such a strange servant-lass that he sent across the town with us; she behaved so—so odd.’ Nancy laughed.