"Right again--my own son just," answered the glover; "and I trust
thou hast made a saving voyage of it?"

"Nay, I made a thriving one, father: I sold the steel habergeon
that you wot of for four hundred marks to the English Warden of the
East Marches, Sir Magnus Redman. He scarce scrupled a penny after
I gave him leave to try a sword dint upon it. The beggardly Highland
thief who bespoke it boggled at half the sum, though it had cost
me a year's labour."

"What dost thou start at, Conachar?" said Simon, addressing himself,
by way of parenthesis, to the mountain disciple; "wilt thou never
learn to mind thy own business, without listening to what is passing
round thee? What is it to thee that an Englishman thinks that cheap
which a Scottishman may hold dear?"

Conachar turned round to speak, but, after a moment's consideration,
looked down, and endeavoured to recover his composure, which had
been deranged by the contemptuous manner in which the smith had
spoken of his Highland customer.

Henry went on without paying any attention to him. "I sold at
high prices some swords and whingers when I was at Edinburgh. They
expect war there; and if it please God to send it, my merchandise
will be worth its price. St. Dunstan make us thankful, for he was
of our craft. In short, this fellow (laying his hand on his purse);
who, thou knowest, father, was somewhat lank and low in condition
when I set out four months since, is now as round and full as a
six weeks' porker."