“Heaven, preserve us!” ejaculated Mr. Mackenzie, laughing heartily.
“She’s touched here!” cried Sir William commiseratingly, putting his finger to his head.
“Why did you choose that?” gasped Lady Glencairn, in amazement.
“Because ’tis a beautiful conceit,” answered Eppy soulfully. “I protest, I mean to recite it.”
“I vow ’tis a most singular selection.”
“I don’t see why,” snapped Eppy spitefully. “’Twas written round a fact.”
“Really, I hadn’t heard of that,” answered her ladyship, coolly turning away.
“I wonder at that,” cooed Eppy innocently, although a little malicious twinkle appeared in her eyes. “You of all people should know everything pertaining to Mr. Burns and his verses.” Lady Glencairn stiffened suddenly, and cast a quick look at the stern face of her uncle.
“What do you mean by that?” inquired Sir William aggressively, turning to Eppy.