"Mr. Scott have come, ma'am. Will he come up?"
"Ay, bid him come till me at ance!" cried the agitated woman, without uncovering her head.
A few minutes passed and the door opened again and her lover entered the room still wearing his travelling wraps.
"Rose, my lass, what ails you?" he inquired, approaching the bed, and seeing her shaking under the bedclothes.
"It's in a cauld sweat, I am, frae head to foot," she answered.
"You have got an ague! Your teeth are chattering!" said Mr. Scott, stooping over her.
"Keep awa' frae me! Dinna come nigh me!" she cried, cuddling down closer under the clothing. She had not yet uncovered her face or looked at him.
"What is the meaning of all this, Rose?" he inquired, in a tone of displeasure.
"Speer that question to yoursel'! no' to me!" she answered, shuddering.
"Look at me!" said the man, sternly.