Then he straitly discharged Francie to repeat the tale, and bade him in the future to avert his very eyes from the doings of the curate. "You must go to his place of idolatry; look upon him there!" says he, "but nowhere else. Avert your eyes, close your ears, pass him by like a three days' corp. He is like that damnable monster Basiliscus, which defiles--yea, poisons!--by the sight."--All which was hardly claratory to the boy's mind. Presently Montroymont came home, and called up the stairs to Francie. Traquair was a good shot and swordsman: and it was his pleasure to walk with his son over the braes of the moorfowl, or to teach him arms in the back court, when they made a mighty comely pair, the child being so lean, and light, and active, and the laird himself a man of a manly, pretty stature, his hair (the periwig being laid aside) showing already white with many anxieties, and his face of an even, flaccid red. But this day Francie's heart was not in the fencing. "Sir," says he, suddenly lowering his point, "will ye tell me a thing if I was to ask it?" "Ask away," says the father. "Well, it's this," said Francie: "Why do you and me comply if it's so wicked?" "Ay, ye have the cant of it too!" cried Montroymont. "But I'll tell ye for all that. It's to try and see if we can keep the rigging on this house, Francie. If she had her way, we would be beggar-folk, and hold our hands out by the wayside. When ye hear her--when ye hear folk," he corrected himself briskly, "call me a coward, and one that betrayed the Lord, and I kenna what else, just mind it was to keep a bed to ye to sleep in and a bite for ye to eat.--On guard!" he cried, and the lesson proceeded again till they were called to supper. "There's another thing yet," said Francie, stopping his father. "There's another thing that I am not sure that I am very caring for. She--she sends me errands." "Obey her, then, as is your bounden duty," said Traquair. "Ay, but wait till I tell ye," says the boy. "If I was to see you I was to hide." Montroymont sighed. "Well, and that's good of her too," said he. "The less that I ken of thir doings the better for me; and the best thing you can do is just to obey her, and see and be a good son to her, the same as ye are to me, Francie." At the tenderness of this expression the heart of Francie swelled within his bosom, and his remorse was poured out. "Faither!" he cried, "I said 'deil' to-day; many's the time I said it, and _damnable_ too, and _hellish_. I ken they're all right; they're beeblical. But I didna say them beeblically; I said them for sweir words--that's the truth of it." "Hout, ye silly bairn!" said the father, "dinna do it nae mair, and come in by to your supper." And he took the boy, and drew him close to him a moment, as they went through the door, with something very fond and secret, like a caress between a pair of lovers.