On their meeting--"Ha," said Stubbs, addressing the latter, "you are, I presume, Mr--Mr----Hang me, I forget your name, sir! Mine, sir, is Captain Stubbs, of the ---- regiment of dragoons. I find your name is in my list of--of"--here the captain (who had by this time been conducted to the dining-room), perfectly indifferent as to the particular of finishing his sentence, began to pull off his gloves, and to detach his spurs from his boots, with the air of one who is determined to be quite at home--"of--of," he continued to repeat, with the utmost disregard of ordinary politeness, and with the most profound contempt for the feelings of his host, who, taking alarm at the ominous hiatus, which he fully expected would be filled up by his being ranked amongst the proscribed, waited patiently and meekly the conveniency of Captain Stubbs--"of--of," repeated the captain slowly, after having divested himself of his accoutrements, and otherwise prepared himself for an hour or two's enjoyment--"of the friends of the government," he at length said; and the words instantly relieved both his host and his daughter from the most dreadful apprehensions. "So I have just beat you up," continued Captain Stubbs, "_en passant_, as 'twere, to tell you of the total defeat of the rebels, at a place called Culloden, and to have a morsel of dinner--eh, old boy?--and an hour or two's quarters for the men and horses." "Much obliged for the honour," replied Mr Cameron, ironically, and accompanying the expression with a polite and formal bow; but, at the same time, cautiously guarding against any expression of his real feelings on this occasion, amongst which was a strong inclination to kick the redoubted Captain Stubbs to the door. His prudence, however, prevented him embroiling himself in this or any other way with a visiter who had the means of retaliation so much in his power. Immediately after making the announcement above recorded, Captain Stubbs added, "And now, Mr--A--a----Pray, what the devil's your name, sir?" "My name, sir," replied the party interrogated, "is Cameron--Ewan Cameron." "Ah! Cameron--ay, Cameron," repeated Captain Stubbs, knitting his brows, and endeavouring to look very dignified. "Why, then, sir, I want some brandy and water; and pray, see that some of your fellows look after my horses." Having been provided with, and having swallowed a very handsome modicum of the beverage he had called for, Captain Stubbs went on--"I say, Cameron, can any of your brutes, your Hottentots, prepare me a fowl, _à la Condé_?" "Why, Captain Stubbs," replied Mr Cameron, whose anxiety to keep well with the government and all connected with it induced him to suppress the resentment which the amazing insolence of his guest was so well calculated to excite--"our cookery is in general of a very plain sort." "Ay, oh! boiled beef and cabbage, I suppose," interrupted Captain Stubbs, with a sneer.