"He ance tried me, as a maugistrat’," replied Jock, equally placid. "Tried ye!" exclaimed Hugh, pausing in his walk as if he had got into one scrape and was about to enter a second--"tried ye for what?" "Oh, never heed," said Jock; "dinna be ower particular. It was a job that ended in a drucken habble I got into wi’ twa tailor chappies that struck me, and my head and e’e were bun’ wi’ a bluidy napkin at the trial, and his lordship wull no’ mind on me; tho’ faix! I mind on him, for he sent me tae jail." "Was that a’?" carelessly remarked Hugh. "Ye micht hae thrashed nine tailors and no’ got yersel’ hurt; I gripped three o’ them mysel’ when poachin’." But Jock did not tell the whole history of one of his own poaching affrays along with the tailors. Hugh ensconced Jock in the shrubbery until he ascertained from one of the servants that his lordship had gone out to walk in the grounds, that the ladies were taking an airing in the carriage, and that it was quite possible to get a peep into the great hall and the public rooms opening from it, without being discovered. As Hugh, accompanied by Jock, crept almost noiselessly along the passages, he directed with underbreath Jock’s attention to the noble apartments, the arms and suits of mail hung round the wall of the great entrance-hall, the stags’ heads, the stuffed birds, and one or two fine paintings of boar-hunts. But when the drawing-room door was opened, and there flashed upon Jock’s eyes all the splendour of colour reflected from large mirrors, in which he saw, for the first time, his own odd figure from crown to toe, making him start back as if he had seen a ghost, and when through the windows he beheld all the beauty of flowers that filled the parterres, dotted with _jets d’eaux_, white statues and urns, and surrounded by bowery foliage, a vision presented itself which was as new to him as if he had passed into Eden from the lodgings of Mrs. Craigie. He did not speak a word, but only remarked it was "nae doubt unco braw, and wad hae cost a heap o’ siller". But, as they were retreating, suddenly the inner door of the hall opened, and his lordship stood before them! "Heeven be aboot us!" ejaculated Spence, and in a lower voice added, "Dune for,--dune for life!" He looked around him, as if for some means of concealing himself, but in vain. The door by which they had entered was closed. There was no mode of exit. Jock, seeing only a plain-looking little gentleman in a Glengarry bonnet and tweed suit, never imagined that this could be a lord, and was accordingly quite composed. Spence, with his eyes fixed on the ground and his face flushed to the roots of his hair, seemed speechless.