'Yes, mem, weel eneuch,' he answered.
'Come along, then. I will help you home.'
'Na, na,' he said, as if he had just recalled something. 'Dinna min' me. Rin hame, mem, or he'll see ye!'
'Who will see me?'
Robert stared more wildly, put his hand to his head, and made no reply. She half led, half supported him down the stair, as far as the first landing, when he cried out in a tone of anguish,
'My bonny leddy!'
'What is it?' asked Miss St. John, thinking he meant her.
'My fiddle! my fiddle! She 'll be a' in bits,' he answered, and turned to go up again.
'Sit down here,' said Miss St. John, 'and I'll fetch it.'
Though not without some tremor, she darted back to the room. Then she turned faint for the first time, but determinedly supporting herself, she looked about, saw a brown-paper parcel on a shelf, took it, and hurried out with a shudder.