A servant in livery now came up the path, and spoke in an under tone to the young gentleman—"Mr Charles, my lady's wanting you yonder sadly, to bid for her for the black ebony cabinet; and Lady Jean Devorgoil is wi' her an a'—ye maun come away directly."
"Tell them you could not find me, Tom, or, stay—say I am looking at the horses."
"No, no, no,—" said Lucy Bertram earnestly; "if you would not add to the misery of this miserable moment, go to the company directly.—This gentleman, I am sure, will see us to the carriage."
"Unquestionably, madam," said Mannering, "your young friend may rely on my attention."
"Farewell, then," said Mr Charles, and whispered a word in her ear—then ran down the steep hastily, as if not trusting his resolution at a slower pace.
"Where's Charles Hazlewood running," said the invalid, who apparently was accustomed to his presence and attentions;
