“They are a Fife family.”
“Wasna that handsome young minister her brother?”
“He was that.”
“He seems to hae set his heart on the heiress o’ Drumloch.”
“Captain Manners has the same notion.”
“The minister will win.”
“The minister will not win. Not he!”
The words were so emphatically snapped out that they were followed by a distinct silence.
“Jessie,” the factor said, “you are vera positive; but if there is one thing mair unreliable than anither, it is a woman’s fancy. The minister is a braw lad.”
“I ken ane that’s worth twenty o’ him, ay, I’ll say, fifty o’ him.”