"Sorry, my lord!—I am sure ye sail aye be my lord wi' honest folk, as your noble ancestor hae been these three hundred years, and never asked a whig's leave.—Sorry to see the Lord of Ravenswood at ane o' his ain castles!—(Then again apart to his unseen associate behind the screen)—Mysie, kill the brood-hen without thinking twice on it; let them care that come ahint.—No to say its our best dwelling," he added, turning to Bucklaw, "but just a strength for the Lord of Ravenswood to flee until,—that is, no to flee, but to retreat until in troublous times, like the present, when it was ill convenient for him to live farther in the country in ony of his better and mair principal manors; but, for its antiquity, maist folks think that the outside of Wolf's Crag is worthy of a large perusal."
"And you are determined we shall have time to make it,'" said Ravenswood, somewhat amused with the shifts the old man used to detain them without doors, until
