"Dioul!" exclaimed Rob, passionately; "did you not get my letter?"
"I did."
"Then it fully explained all."
"It explained that being undersold in the southern markets, or something to that effect, you had parted with our cattle below prime cost."
"Far below it, as I can assure your grace."
"Well, MacGregor Campbell?"
"'Sdeath! MacGregor only!" interrupted Rob, whose fury was fast rising, and he stamped his foot on the floor.
"I decline to bear my share in this loss, and have insisted upon repayment of the whole sum originally subscribed, with the interest due thereon."
"You have insisted?" repeated Rob.
"The affair is in the hand of my chamberlain," aaid the duke, evasively. "I am not now to learn the tricks of Highland drovers, and how your band of landless reivers and broken sorners, who drove those cattle south, are likely to serve me." The Duke made this offensive speech for the express purpose of working himself, and Rob too, into a passion.