"Cuthbert," said his lordship to the old man, who had exposed himself to the severe weather of this night and driven the carriage for the sake of being near his master as long as possible, "Cuthbert, take the carriage around to the 'Highlander' and put up there for the night. We shall want it to take us back to the castle to-morrow, after this ridiculous farce is over."
"Verra weel, me laird," replied old Cuthbert, touching his hat with all the more deference because his master was suffering degradation.
"Ah! is it so? Will we really get back to the castle to-morrow?" whimpered Faustina, shaking, chattering, and wringing her hands.
"Of course we will," replied his lordship.
"Ah, but how shall I get through the night? I must have a good fire and a comfortable bed, and something warm to drink. Will you see to it, Malcolm?" she whiningly inquired.
"Don't be a fool!" was the gentlemanly reply; for the viscount burned with half-suppressed rage against the woman. whose fatal beauty had led him into all this disgrace.
She burst into a passion of tears.
"That is the reward I get for all my love!" she exclaimed.
"Faustina, for your own sake, if not for any other's, exercise some discretion!" exclaimed the viscount angrily.
"Villain!" she screamed, in fury, "I had no discretion when I listened to you!"