“And there ye are, then,” he said, as he reached the place where Jane was anxiously awaiting him, “the brightest flower in the garden, lassie.”
“Oh, Alexander!” ejaculated Jane.
“Bless ye for that, my bairn! Ye’ve taken, then, to ca’ me by my name at last.”
“Pray—pray make haste and help me. What shall I do?”
“Do, lassie,” exclaimed the downright Scot. “Why, tell me what’s the matter.”
“Yes, yes,” cried the agitated girl. “You know my lady went out a little while since.”
“Ay, I saw her go.”
“And then Sir Murray came down.”
“To be sure, and he askit me the which way she’d gone.”
“Yes, yes,” cried Jane, “and I went up on to the top of the house on the leads, and I’ve been watching him, and he’s followed her.”