’What have ye been about, man? Ye were aye daft about the lasses; and ye no married yet? What have ye been about, man, to let them a’ escape ye?’ ’Some folk have other things to think of,’ said he evasively. ’Dinna tell me,’ she retorted. ’I ken weel what’s upper-most in the mind o’ a handsome lad like you. Weel, if ye’re no married, ye’re the next door to it, I’ll be bound. What’s she like?’ ’I’ll tell ye when I find her,’ said he drily. ’Ye’re a dark one; but I’ll find ye out, my man.’ She could not continue the conversation, for they were about to cross the bridge over the Clyde, and the congested traffic made her careful. And then again Jamaica Street was crowded and difficult to steer through; but presently she left that for a quieter thoroughfare leading off to the right; and in a few moments she had pulled up in front of a large tavern, close by a spacious archway. ’Auntie, gang you and fetch Alec to take the cob round, will ye?’ said she; and then Ronald, surmising that she had now reached home, leapt to the ground, and went to the horse’s head. Presently the groom appeared, and Kate Menzies descended from her chariot. Now in Glasgow, for an establishment of this kind to be popular, it must have a side entrance—the more the merrier, indeed—by which people can get into the tavern without being seen; but besides this it soon appeared that Mrs. Menzies had a private right of way of her own. She bade Ronald follow her; she went through the archway; produced a key and opened a door; and then, passing along a short lobby, he found himself in what might be regarded as the back parlour of the public-house, but was in reality a private room reserved by Mrs. Menzies for herself and her intimate friends. And a very brilliant little apartment it was; handsomely furnished and shining with stained wood, plate glass, and velvet; the gas-jets all aglow in the clear globes; the table in the middle laid with a white cloth for supper, all sparkling with crystal and polished electro-plate. Moreover (for business is business) this luxurious little den commanded at will complete views of the front premises; and there was also a door leading thither; but the door was shut, and the red blinds were drawn over the two windows, so that the room looked quite like one in a private dwelling. ’And now, my good woman,’ said Mrs. Menzies, as she threw her hat and cloak and dog-skin gloves into a corner, ’just you mak’ them hurry up wi’ supper; for we’re just home in time; and we’ll want another place at the table. And tell Jeannie there’s a great friend o’ mine come in, if she can get anything special—Lord’s sake, Ronald, if I had kent I was going to fall in with you I would have looked after it mysel’.’ ’Ye need not bother about me,’ said he, ’for supper is not much in my way—not since I came to the town. Without the country air, I think one would as lief not sit down to a table at all.’