"If you wish it, my lord."

"And may I have a boat on that beautiful loch, and be rowed about just
where I please? Malcolm says it would not shake me nearly so much as
the carriage. May I go to the kirk every Sunday, and see every thing
and every body, and read as many books as ever I choose? Oh, How happy
I shall be!--as happy as a king!"

"God help thee, my lamb!" muttered Mrs. Campbell to herself, while even
Mr. Menteith turned his face sedulously toward the loch and took snuff
violently.

By this time, they had reached the church door, where the congregation
were already gathering and hanging about, as Scotch congregations do,
till service begins. But of this service and this Sunday, which was so
strangely momentous a day in more lives than one, the next chapter must
tell.





Chapter 3

The carriage of the Earl of Cairnforth, with its familiar and yet long
unfamiliar liveries, produced a keen sensation among the simple folk who
formed the congregation of Cairnforth. But they had too much habitual
respect for the great house and great folk of the place, mingled with
their national shyness and independence, to stare very much. A few
moved aside to make way for the two grand Edinburg footmen who leaped