Robert looked her hard in the face, and knew she was lying.
'I want to see her verra partic'lar,' he said.
'Weel, ye canna see her,' returned Jenny angrily. 'I'll tell her onything ye like.'
Concluding that little was to be gained by longer parley, but quite uncertain whether Mysie was in the house or not, Robert turned to Shargar, took him by the arm, and walked away in silence. When they were beyond earshot of Jenny, who stood looking after them,
'Ye're sure that's the hoose, Shargar?' said Robert quietly.
'As sure's deith, and maybe surer, for I saw him come oot wi' my ain een.'
'Weel, Shargar, it's grown something awfu' noo. It's Miss Lindsay. Was there iver sic a villain as that Lord Rothie—that brither o' yours!'
'I disoun 'im frae this verra 'oor,' said Shargar solemnly.
'Something maun be dune. We'll awa' to the quay, an' see what'll turn up. I wonner hoo's the tide.'
'The tide's risin'. They'll never try to win oot till it's slack watter—furbye 'at the Amphitrite, for as braid 's she is, and her bows modelled efter the cheeks o' a resurrection cherub upo' a gravestane, draws a heap o' watter: an' the bar they say 's waur to win ower nor usual: it's been gatherin' again.'