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Updated: June 6, 2025
"Condemn your parley, Para Mor," cried Sir Donald; "it's young MacLachlan, open your doors!" And the gate in a little swung on its hinges to pass us in. This mount of Dunchuach, on which we now found ourselves ensconced, rises in a cone shape to a height of about eight hundred feet, its bottom being but a matter of a quarter-mile from the castle door.
Whereupon, strangely enough, forgetting all courtliness, Margaret, the Colonel, and Maclachlan fell over one another, so to speak, in telling the Prince who I was. For a few seconds there was a gabble of introductions, which made me feel hot and foolish. "One at a time," laughed the Prince, "and, of course, Mistress Waynflete first."
He checked himself abruptly. "Come, come," said I, "finish your story; what about MacLachlan and the lady?" "The lady's out of the tale this time," he said, shortly. "I met him stravaiging the vacant street last night; that was all." "Then I can guess his mission without another word from you," I cried, after a little dumfounderment. "He would be on the track of his cousin."
MacLachlan came staving up the cobbles in a great hurry, flailing the air, as he went, with a short rattan, for he affected some of the foppish customs the old officers brought back from the Continent.
"Indeed we might have got a more suitable place in many ways," I confessed, my hands behind me, with every scrap of passion gone from my heart. MacLachlan showed no such dubiety. "What ails you at the place?" he asked, throwing his plaid to his servant, and running his jacket off its wooden buttons at one tug. "It seems to me a most particularly fine place for our business.
"No," said MacLachlan, shortly; "I'm for farther up the Glen." "Then at least we'll have your company part of the way," said John, and the three of us walked slowly off, the young gentleman with no great warmth at the idea, which was likely to spoil his excursion to some degree. M'Iver took the place between us, and in the rear, twenty paces, came the gille cas-fleuch.
She was quite silent too, and though talk of any sort would have been distasteful to me then, for the picture was enough, I could not help remembering how she had rattled on with Maclachlan. Here was another cursed deficiency. My conversation was as country-like and poverty-stricken as my clothes.
Argile was a fairly good master so to call him but well, you understand yourself: a man of my kind at a time like this feels more comfortable anywhere else than in the neighbourhood of his chief." "I daresay," replied MacLachlan, refusing the hook, and yet with a sneer in his accent. "Have you heard that his lordship and I are at variance since our return from the North?"
Some of the mourners hastening to their liquor turned at the Cross and looked up the road to see if they were following, and they were struck vaguely by the significance of the thing. "Dear me," said the Fiscal, "is not Old Mars getting very bent and ancient?" "He is, that!" said Rixa, who was Sheriff Maclachlan to his face.
I go miles on end about it to visit my sick folk, and mostly in a day's riding I see nobody but a stray shepherd, a flash pedlar twanning his way across country with his gewgaws, and now and then a weaver scouring the outlying cottages for yarn." When the meal was over Maclachlan insisted on paying for it, and bestowed a shilling on the loaf-thrower.
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