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I hae dune a gude deed by pure Tammy Pennyquick, and here's a' Pairth ringing wi the report o' it; and Sawmuel Bishopriggs sae weel known that ony stranger has only to ask, and find him. Understand, I beseech ye, that it's no hand o' mine that pets this new feather in my cap. As a gude Calvinist, my saul's clear o' the smallest figment o' belief in Warks.
Immersed in this occupation, he was startled by a lady's voice behind him, and, turning as quickly as he could, found himself face to face with Miss Lundie. "I want some cold water," said Blanche. "Be so good as to get me some from the spring." She pointed to the bubbling rivulet at the farther end of the glade. Bishopriggs looked unaffectedly shocked.
Twa knocks at the door and an unco trouble in opening it, after that is joost the least ye can do for them! Whar' do ye think, noo, I'll set the places for you and your leddy there?" Anne walked away to the window, in undisguised disgust. Arnold found Mr. Bishopriggs to be quite irresistible. He answered, humoring the joke, "One at the top and one at the bottom of the table, I suppose?"
He was waltzing again, with another young woman, at the next dance, as if nothing had happened. The second person, who appeared to occupy a position of distinction at the dance in the glade, was a lady. To the eye of Bishopriggs, she was a miracle of beauty, with a small fortune for a poor man carried about her in silk, lace, and jewelry.
Storm or no storm, the second knock came and then, and not till then, the sage appeared, with the dish of untasted "collops" in his hand. "Candles!" said Arnold. Mr. Anne declined to return to the dinner. Arnold ordered Mr. Bishopriggs to close the shutters, and sat down to dine by himself. "It looks greasy, and smells greasy," he said to Anne, turning over the collops with a spoon.
Bishopriggs followed her reproachfully, as he put the dishes on the table. "I warned ye baith, it was a clean impossibility to knock at the door this time. Don't blame me, young madam don't blame me!" "Where will you sit?" asked Arnold, by way of diverting Anne's attention from the familiarities of Father Bishopriggs.
There's fesh and there's fowl or, maybe, ye'll be for the sheep's head singit, when they've done with it at the tabble dot?" There was but one way of getting rid of him: "Order what you like," Anne said, "and leave the room." Mr. Bishopriggs highly approved of the first half of the sentence, and totally overlooked the second.
"Be very careful here," he said; "I want to know every thing that you can tell me about that letter." "The letter is lost," said Arnold. "The letter has been stolen by Bishopriggs," returned Sir Patrick, "and is in the possession of Bishopriggs at this moment." "Why, you know more about it than I do!" exclaimed Arnold. "I sincerely hope not. I don't know what was inside the letter. Do you?" "Yes.
Inchbare not to interrupt the services she was rendering to Blanche, Anne passed quickly into the sitting-room, and closed the door behind her. To her infinite relief, she only found herself face to face with the discreet Mr. Bishopriggs. "What do you want?" she asked. The eye of Mr. Bishopriggs announced, by a wink, that his mission was of a confidential nature. The hand of Mr.
"Ye're waur than a woman when ye aince begin!" The bell like the woman went on again. Mr. Bishopriggs, equally pertinacious, went on with his toddy. "Ay! ay! ye may e'en ring yer heart out but ye won't part a Scotchman from his glass. It's maybe the end of their dinner they'll be wantin'. Sir Paitrick cam' in at the fair beginning of it, and spoilt the collops, like the dour deevil he is!"
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