terday—pray, hand me that, and say no more about it."
"If your honour has a fancy," replied Caleb, "and doubtless it's a sad-coloured suit, and you are in mourning—nevertheless I have never try'd on the drap-de-berry—ill wad it become me—and your honour having no change of claiths at this present—and it's weel brushed, and as there are leddies down yonder"—
"Ladies?" said Ravenswood; "and what ladies?"
"What do I ken, your lordship?—looking down at them from the Warden's Tower, I could but see them glent by wi' their bridles ringing, and their feathers fluttering, like the court of Elfland."
"Well, well, Caleb," replied the Master, "help me on with my cloak, and hand me my sword-belt.—What clatter is that in the court-yard?"
"Just Bucklaw bringing out the horses," said Caleb, after a glance through the window, "as if there werena men aneugh in
