'Governess to some brats in the square up bye.'
'What square?'
'Paimbrig Square,' replied Archie, adapting the name to his own vernacular.
'And whose children?'
'A Mrs. De Jobbyns she ca's hersel',' replied Archie, with a contemptuous smirk on his wrinkled visage.
'My God!' exclaimed Goring, growing red and pale alternately; 'my darling reduced to this, and all unknown to me! When came this about?'
'A week or two after the master gaed to his lang hame, sir. Puir Sir Ranald!' said Archie, with a break in his voice; 'after a' he had possest and tint, a kist and a sheet was a' he needed in the lang rin.'
'And you have been watching over her, you say?' asked Goring, again taking the old man's hand in his own.
'I had a wee pickle siller saved, and I thought—I thought—but never mind; a' the men in the Mearns can do nae mair than they may.'
'And she is in Pembridge Square now?'