"Come! come!" said his lordship, "you won’t disoblige me, will you?" and he thrust the money into Jock’s hand; and ringing a bell, he ordered the servant who appeared in reply to it to take him to the servants’ hall, and to send Hugh Spence to the business room. Jock made a low bow and salaam, and retired. "William," said his lordship to another servant, who happened to be passing, "go to the old clothes press, and select a complete suit for that poor fellow. Be kind to him: see that he has some food and a glass of beer." When Hugh was summoned into the presence of his lordship, he had sad misgivings as to the object of the interview, and had carefully prepared a long apologetic speech, which however he had hardly begun when he was cut short by his lordship saying, "You have picked up a rare character, Spence, upon my honour! But I like the fellow. He is an original, and has something good in him. I can’t quite make him out." "Nor me either, my lord, I do assure you," interrupted Spence. "But I have taken rather a fancy to him," continued his lordship. "He is neither knave nor fool; but seems to have been ill-used, and to have had a hard time of it. There is something about him which takes me, and if any friend of your father’s has an interest in him, I won’t object--quite the reverse--to your getting him something to do about the kennels. I really would like it. So look to him." Hugh having made a low bow and remained discreetly silent, according to his own prudential aphorism of "least said being soonest mended", his lordship conversed on some business matters connected with the game, with which we have nothing to do, and then dismissed him. CHAPTER XX JOCK HALL’S RETURN When Jock and Spence returned along the avenue, not a word was spoken for some time. Jock carried a large bundle, with the general contents of which both were acquainted. After a while Spence remarked, as if to break the silence, "Weel, what do ye think o’ his lordship?" "He looks a fine bit decent ’sponsible bodie," said Jock, as if speaking of a nobody. "I should think sae!" remarked Hugh, evidently chagrined by the cool criticism of his companion. "Were ye no’ frighted for him?" asked Hugh. "Wha?--me?" replied Jock. "Frichted for what? He said naethin’ tae fricht me. Certes, I was mair frichted when I stood afore him for threshing the tailors! The man didna molest me, but was unco ceevil, as I was tae him, and he gied me siller and claes as I never got frae mortal man afore, no’ tae speak o’ a lord. Frichted! I was ower prood to be frichted." "Aweel, aweel," said the keeper, "ye’re a queer cratur, Jock! and if ye haena’ gowd ye hae brass. I was trimblin’ for ye!"