’You put me in a box, Ronald, and that’s a fact,’ said he. ’I’m thinking my wishes as a brother will be for setting themselves up against my duty as a minister of the Gospel. For I dare not counsel any young girl to defy the authority of her own people——’ ’She has not asked you for any counsel,’ Ronald said curtly. ’And besides we don’t know what the authority might be. I dare say, if her father knew all the circumstances, he would be on our side; and I suppose he has as much right to speak as her little spitfire of a mother.’ This was hard on Mrs. Douglas, who had always treated Ronald with courtesy—if of a lofty and distant kind; but impetuous young people, when their own interests are at stake, are seldom just to their elders. However, the Reverend Andrew now began to say that, if he were altogether an outsider, nothing would give him greater pleasure than to see this wish of his brother’s accomplished. He had observed much, he said; he had heard more; he knew the saving influence that this girl had exercised on Ronald’s life; he could pray for nothing better than that these two should be joined in lawful bonds, towards the strengthening of each other, and the establishment of a mutual hope and trust. ’But it would never do for me to be mixed up in it, Ronald,’ he continued. ’When it came to be known, think of what ill-minded folk might say. I must have regard to my congregation as well as to myself; and what if they were to accuse me of taking part in a conspiracy?’ ’A conspiracy?’ Ronald repeated sharply. ’What kind of a conspiracy? To steal away a rich heiress—is that it? God bless me, the lass has nothing beyond what she stands up in! There’s the sealskin coat Glengask gave her; they can have that back, and welcome. What conspiracy would ye make out?’ ’No, no, lad; I’m thinking what ill tongues might say.’ ’Let them lick their own venom till they rot! What care I?’ ’Yes, yes, yes, lad; but ye’re not a placed minister; ye’ve but yourself and her to think of. Now, just wait a bit.’ He had gone back to his chair by the fire, and was seated there, staring into the red coals. ’I suppose you’ve heard of Dugald Mannering, of Airdrie?’ he said, at length. ’Yes, indeed,’ was the answer. ’Meenie—that is—Miss Douglas and I went to hear him the Sunday before last, but there was not a seat to be got anywhere—no, nor standing-room either.’