“You had no right to enter against the will of my gatekeeper,” said his lordship. “What is a gatekeeper for?”
“I had a richt, my lord, sae lang ’s I was upo’ my leddy’s business.”
“And what was my lady’s business, pray?” questioned the marquis.
“I faun’ a buik upo’ the links, my lord, which was like to be hers, wi’ the twa beasts ’at stans at yer lordship’s door inside the brod (board) o’ ’t. An’ sae it turned oot to be whan I took it up to the Hoose. There’s the half-croon she gae me.”
Little did Malcolm think where the daintiest of pearly ears were listening, and the brightest of blue eyes looking down, half in merriment, a quarter in anxiety, and the remaining quarter in interest! On a landing half way up the stair, stood Lady Florimel, peeping over the balusters, afraid to fix her eyes upon him lest she should make him look up.
“Yes, yes, I daresay!” acquiesced the marquis; “but,” he persisted, “what I want to know is, how you got in that time. You seem to have some reluctance to answer the question.”
“Weel, I hey, my lord.”
“Then I must insist on your doing so.”
“Weel, I jist winna, my lord. It was a’ straucht foret an’ fair; an’ gien yer lordship war i’ my place, ye wadna say mair yersel’.”
“He’s been after one of the girls about the place,” whispered the marquis to the gamekeeper.