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"A good story, and well told," said the marquis kindly. "Don't you think so, Florimel?" "Yes, papa," Lady Florimel answered; "only he kept us waiting too long for the end of it." "Some fowk, my leddy," said Malcolm, "wad aye be at the hin'er en' o' a'thing. But for mysel', the mair pleased I was to be gaein' ony gait, the mair I wad spin oot the ro'd till 't."
"I wad hae ye set her doon whaur ye stude, gien upo' the ro'd, than upo' the dyke, gien i' the hoose, than upo' the nearest chair, and tak to yer legs an' rin. Bide na to tak yer bonnet, but rin an' rin till ye're better nor sure she can never win up wi' ye. An' specially gien the name o' the lass sud begin wi' an' E an' gang on till an L, I wad hae ye rin as gien the auld captain was efter ye."
"I canna e'en think, wi' this brute ready ilka meenute to ate me up. I maun tak' her hame. Efter that, gien ye wad like to tell me onything, I s' be at yer service. Bide aboot here or, luik ye: here's the key o' yon door; come throu' that intil the park throu' aneth the toll ro'd, ye ken. It'll tak' me but twa meenutes to gang hame.
"Ye had yer company the first half o' the ro'd, an' yer sangs the last, an' I didna think ye wantit me." So saying she went up the stair. As Cosmo followed, he turned and put his hand into the meal-chest. It was empty! There was not enough to make their supper. He smiled in his heart, and said to himself, "The links of the story hold yet! When one breaks, the world will drift."
"You'll see, time enough!" she said. "It's a picnic for somebody, if not for us, Miss Margaritty. Look, dear! is Don Noonsey out in the ro'd there?" Don Annunzio was out in the road, having made what was quite a journey for him, down the verandah steps, along the garden walk, and across the sunny road. He now stood shading his eyes with his hand, looking this way and that with anxious glances.
"Father," he said, "we'll haud on thegither i' the stret ro'd. There's room for twa abreist in't ance ye're in!" "Ay! ay!" returned the laird with a smile; "that's the bonniest word ye cud hae come hame wi' til me! We maun jist perk up a bit, an' be patient, that patience may hae her perfe't wark. I s' hae anither try an' weel I may, for the licht o' my auld e'en is this day restored til me!"
Tell him it's me, Phemy." A brief pause followed; then Phemy's voice answered: "Come awa' doon. He says ye s' be welcome." "Canna ye shaw a licht than; for I dinna ken a fit o' the ro'd," said Malcolm. The next moment a light appeared at some little distance below, and presently began to ascend, borne by Phemy, towards the place where he stood.
For a great part of it, after his friends left him, he had glimpses now and then of some one before him that looked like Aggie, but the distance between them gradually lengthened, and before he reached home he had lost sight of her. When he entered the kitchen, Aggie was there. "Was yon you upo' the ro'd afore me, Aggie?" he said. "Ay, was't." "What for didna ye bide?"
As she drew near he stopped, and stood in the path motionless. On she came till within a single pace of him. He did not move. She stopped. "I doobt, my lord," she said, "I'll hae to mak the ro'd a bit wider. There's hardly room for yer lordship an' anither. But I'm gettin' on fine!" "Is the woman an idiot!" exclaimed his lordship.
'Tis not a ro'd proper but indistink like an' wanderin'. So Ah be feared o' missin' it." "T' owd Drovers' Track, tha meanst. 'Tis easy findin'," said the girl. "Thou turn'st off to left by two thorns wi' a white stone by root o' t' girt 'un. But they stand a long mile down t' road.
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