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But when he had seen how well the man carried himself, how simple and unobtrusive were his manners, he called to mind that the Supsorrow McClures were of good blood, and that, though they had taken the Orange and Hanoverian side, they had never grasped at Raincy property during the black days of the attainder, as the Bunny Bunnys and Dalrymples had done on whom be the blackest of Raincy anathemas!
"What uncle?" queried Stair, sharply. "D'ye mean Kennedy McClure of Supsorrow?" "The same, sir you would believe him if he spoke a good word for me?" Stair paused a moment before answering.
"And with that I let drive amang them, and there's twa o' the dukes and at least yin o' the officers that will not show their faces for a day or two. The leddies would not think them bonny. They are signed 'Kennedy of Supsorrow his mark! Oh no! But they were ower mony for me at the last. They got me aff my feet and flang me into the street wi' a clash that near split the paving-stanes.
"Come ben," said the Laird of Supsorrow, "there is no close time for the receiving of siller." They passed through a vast kitchen where everything was in the pink of order. The tables were ranged in the middle. An array of pots brooded over the fire, so close that they jostled each other. To the right the eyes of the spy fell with respect upon the great oaken chair of the master.
I shall not in any way detain you, but it is a matter of His Majesty's Service, which I judge it will be for your good to know." The Laird of Supsorrow regarded his cousin with no very friendly eye, and, pulling his gold snuff-box from his pocket, began to tap it in an irritated, impatient manner.
Now the Laird of Supsorrow was a severely regular man, and always took a daily walk through the park or along the river-bank to watch the craft, the bustle of the towpath, the wrangling of the sea-coal porters all the sights and sounds of the waterside so strange to him. Patsy fell easily into the habit of accompanying him.
In many cases it was finally understood between contracting parties that the wages should continue the same, but that the occasional absence of a pair of horses from the stables was a matter to which the master should shut his eyes so long as he was satisfied in other ways. Now Laird Supsorrow did not like this, but was compelled to like it or leave it.
Syne she brushes me and cossets me, and so here I am, madam, at your service, and no fit for the company of my betters, being but a landward man with little education and by nature a man of wrath far beyond ithers." Kennedy McClure did not inhabit Hanover Lodge, though the Princess pressed her hospitality upon him. He knew his place, he said. He might be Laird of Supsorrow and all that.
He knew that along with the property, Kennedy had taken over the carriage and capitally matched horses of the late laird of Glen Marrick. Perhaps he would lend them to a kinsman in order to oblige a Royal Duke. He need not be too precise as to what the Royal Duke wanted them for if the pay were good and sure. Accordingly Eben the Spy went to Supsorrow with an unquiet heart.
So whenever he crossed a coast-guardsman, or even the most ignorant and harmless farm-lad, he shouted to him, "The Duke the Duke! What of the Duke? Have they killed the Duke?" To which Kennedy McClure of Supsorrow responded like an echo, "The horses the horses? What have they done to the horses? Have they killed my horses?" But the Duke of Lyonesse was not dead.
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