CHAPTER VII. THE PICTURE GALLERY.
the house is crencled to and fro,
And hath so queint waies for to go,
For it is shapen as the mase is wrought.
CHAUCER—Legend of Ariadne.
Luncheon over, and Harry dismissed as usual to lie down, Miss Cameron said to Hugh:
“You have never been over the old house yet, I believe, Mr. Sutherland. Would you not like to see it?”
“I should indeed,” said Hugh. “It is what I have long hoped for, and have often been on the point of begging.”
“Come, then; I will be your guide—if you will trust yourself with a madcap like me, in the solitudes of the old hive.”
“Lead on to the family vaults, if you will,” said Hugh.
“That might be possible, too, from below. We are not so very far from them. Even within the house there is an old chapel, and some monuments worth looking at. Shall we take it last?”