"Old Cuthbert must think you a grand rascal."
"He does me great honor, your lordship."
"There! now go about your business, Frisbie. Of course you must get away from here by the morning's first light. It must be supposed that you have been kicked out. Remain in the neighborhood of Banff. You will be wanted as a witness."
"Yes, my lord; but in the meantime-I have saved nothing. I have no means."
"Oh, you mercenary rascal! You have saved your neck from the gallows, if you have saved nothing else. But here are ten pounds for present needs; and I will take care not to see you want for the future. Now be off with you. Your longer stay will excite surprise and conjecture."
"Your lordship is too good!" said the caitiff, bowing himself out.
Lord Vincent soon after left the boudoir and went downstairs. In the hall he found old Cuthbert up and waiting.
"You here yet, Cuthbert? Why don't you go to bed?"
"Ou, me laird, I couldna sleep wi' the thought o' siccan dishonor befa'ing the house!" groaned the old man.
"The dishonor attaches but to one person, and the house will be rid of it when she is cast forth," said the viscount.