“Ye may weel believe,” resumed the old woman after a short pause, “at nane o’ ’s was ower wullin’ to sit wi’ the corp oor lane, for, as I say, he wasna a comely corp to be a body’s lane wi’. Sae auld auntie Jean an’ mysel’, we agreed ’at we wad tak the thing upo’ oorsel’s, for, huz twa, we cud lippen til ane anither no to be ower feart to min’ ’at there was twa o’ ’s. There hadna been time yet for the corp to be laid intil the coffin, though, i’ the quaiet o’ the mirk, we thoucht, as we sat, we cud hear the tap-tappin’ as they cawed the braiss nails intil ’t, awa’ ower in Geordie Lumsden’s chop, at the Muir o’ Warlock, a twa mile, it wad be. We war sittin’, auntie Jean an’ mysel’, i’ the mids o’ the room, no wi’ oor backs til the bed, nor yet wi’ oor faces, for we daurna turn aither o’ them til ’t. I’ the ae case, wha cud tell what we micht see, an’ i’ the ither, wha cud tell what micht be luikin’ at hiz! We war sittin’, I say, wi’ oor faces to the door o’ the room, an’ auntie was noddin’ a wee, for she was turnin’ gey an’ auld, but _I_ was as wide waukin’ an ony baudrins by a moose-hole, whan suddent there cam a kin’ o’ a dirlin’ at the sneck, ’at sent the verra sowl o’ me up intil the garret o’ my heid; an’ afore I had time to ken hoo sair frichtit I was, the door begud to open; an’, glower as I wad, no believin’ my ain e’en, open that door did, langsome, langsome, quaiet, quaiet, jist as my auld Grannie used to tell o’ the deid man comin’ doon the lum, bit an’ bit, an’ jinin’ thegither upo’ the flure. I was turnt to stane, like, ’at I didna believe I cud hae fa’en frae the cheir gien I had swarfed clean awa’. An’ eh but it tuik a time to open that door! But at last, as sure as ye sit there, you twa, an’ no anither,--”--At the word, Cosmo’s heart came swelling up into his throat, but he dared not look round to assure himself that they were indeed two sitting there and not another--“in cam the auld captain, ae fit efter anither! Speir gien I was sure o’ ’im! Didna I ken him as weel as my ain father--as weel ’s my ain minister--as weel as my ain man? He cam in, I say, the auld captain himsel’--an’ eh, sic an evil luik!--the verra luik deith-frozen upo’ the face o’ the corp! The live bluid turned to dubs i’ my inside. He cam on an’ on, but no straucht for whaur we sat, or I dinna think the sma’ rizzon I had left wad hae bidden wi’ me, but as gien he war haudin’ for ’s bed. To tell God’s trowth, for I daurna lee, for fear o’ haein’ to luik upo’ ’s like again, my auld auntie declaret efterhin ’at she saw naething. She bude til hae been asleep, an’ a mercifu’ thing it was for her, puir body! but she didna live lang efter. He made straucht for the bed, as I thoucht. ‘The Lord preserve ’s!’ thoucht I, ‘is he gaein to lie doon wi’ ’s ain corp?’ but he turnt awa’, an’ roon’ the fit o’ the bed to the ither side o’ ’t, an’ I saw nae mair; an’ for a while, auntie Jean sat her lane wi’ the deid, for I lay upo’ the flure, an’ naither h’ard nor saw.