have me so far indebted to you, I must be conforming."
"Well, horse and away!" said the patron, "so soon as you have got your riding livery in trim. You may ride the black crop-ear—and hark ye, I'll make you a present of him to boot."
"I drink to the good luck of my mission," answered the ambassador, "in a half-pint bumper."
"I thank ye, Craigie, and pledge you—I see nothing against it but the father or the girl taking a tantrum, and I am told the mother can wind them both round her little finger. Take care not to affront her with any of your jacobite jargon."
"O ay, true—she is a whig, and a friend of old Sall of Marlborough—thank my stars, I can hoist any colours at a pinch. I have fought as hard under John Churchill as ever I did under Dundee or the Duke of Berwick."
"I verily believe you, Craigie," said the lord of the mansion; "but, Craigie, do
