THE LOST LADY OF LONE.
CHAPTER I.
THE BRIDE OF LONE.
"Eh, Meester McRath? Sae grand doings I hae na seen sin the day o' the queen's visit to Lone. That wad be in the auld duke's time. And a waefu' day it wa'."
"Dinna ye gae back to that day, Girzie Ross. It gars my blood boil only to think o' it!"
"Na, Sandy, mon, sure the ill that was dune that day is weel compensate on this. Sooth, if only marriages be made in heaven, as they say, sure this is one. The laird will get his ain again, and the bonnyest leddy in a' the land to boot."
"She is a bonny lass, but na too gude for him, although her fair hand does gie him back his lands."
"It's only a' just as it sud be."