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Rintoul's so fond o' the leddyship 'at is to be, that when she was at the school in Edinbury he wrote to her ilka day. Kaytherine Crummie telled me that, and she says aince you're used to it, writing letters is as easy as skinning moles.
He was on his way back to Tilliedrum from Lord Rintoul's place. But don't tell me that he took a gypsy girl into his confidence." "Ay, he did, without kenning. He was gieing his horse a drink when I met him, and he let me tell him his fortune.
"I remember now," Rintoul repeated several times. "Yes, I had left the Spittal to look for you you were so long in coming. How did I find you?" "It was I who found you," Gavin answered. "You must have been swept away by the flood." "And you too?" In a few words Gavin told how he came to be beside the earl. "I suppose they will say you have saved my life," was Rintoul's commentary.
In the vivid light Gavin had thought the dogcart much nearer than it was. He called Lord Rintoul's name, but got no answer. There were shouts behind, gypsies running from the coming rain, dogs whining, but silence in front. The minister moved on some paces. Away to the left he heard voices "Who was the man, McKenzie?" "My lord, I have lost sight of you. This is not the way to the camp."
To follow him was useless, for in that rain and darkness two people might have searched for each other all night in a single field. That he would go to the Spittal, thinking her in Rintoul's dogcart, she did not doubt; and his distress was painful to her to think of. But not knowing that the burns were in flood, she underestimated his danger.
"Oh, Gavin, it is Lord Rintoul's collie Snap. It will bite you." "No, I have driven it back again. Probably the earl is following us." "Gavin, I cannot go on with this." "Quicker, Babbie." "Leave me, dear, and save yourself." "Lean on me, Babbie." "Oh, Gavin, is there no way but this?" "No sure way." "Even though we are married to-night "
"Was you ever at the Spittal, Mr. Dishart?" he asked. "Lord Rintoul's house at the top of Glen Quharity? No." "Hae you ever looked on a lord?" "No." "Or on an auld lord's young leddyship? I have." "What is she?" "You surely ken that Rintoul's auld, and is to be married on a young leddyship. She's no' a leddyship yet, but they're to be married soon, so I may say I've seen a leddyship.
Only now and again would some word in my speech strike upon his brain and produce at least an echo. To "Did you meet Lord Rintoul's dogcart?" he sat up, saying quickly: "Listen, the dogcart!" "Egyptian" was not that forenoon among the words he knew, and I did not think of mentioning "hill." At "rain" he shivered; but "Spittal" was what told me most.
You know Nanny Webster, who lives on the edge of Windyghoul? No, you don't, for she belongs to the other kirk. Well, at all events, you knew her brother, Sanders, the mole-catcher?" "I remember him. You mean the man who boasted so much about seeing a ball at Lord Rintoul's place?"
And now we come to the affair of the Slugs. Corp had got a holiday, and they were off together fishing the Drumly Water, by Lord Rintoul's permission. They had fished the Drumly many a time without it, and this was to be another such day as those of old. The one who woke at four was to rouse the other.
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