"I am his lordship's servant," replied Saunders, gravely, not without a
secret misgiving whether fate had been just.

"Na!" replied she, not to be imposed upon, "ye are statelier and prooder
than this ane."

"I will explain," said his master. "Saunders knows his value; a servant
like Saunders is rarer than an idle viscount."

"My lord, my lord!" remonstrated Saunders, with a shocked and most
disclamatory tone. "Rather!" was his inward reflection.

"Jean," said Christie, "ye hae muckle to laern. Are ye for herrin' the
day, vile count?"

"No! are you for this sort of thing?"

At this, Saunders, with a world of _empressement,_ offered the Carnie
some cake that was on the table.

She took a piece, instantly spat it out into her hand, and with more
energy than delicacy flung it into the fire.

"Augh!" cried she, "just a sugar and saut butter thegither; buy nae mair
at yon shoep, vile count."

"Try this, out of Nature's shop," laughed their entertainer; and he
offered them, himself, some peaches and things.

"Hech! a medi--cine!" said Christie.