"The Rood Chapel in Leith Loan."
"Their lives would be in peril there," said Willie Wad, who still kept his eyes fixed on the eavesdroppers, who had resolved to waylay him as he passed through the garden, and force him at the sword's point, to say from whence he came, or be slain.
"Say, say," urged Euphemia, bewildered, as she produced at pencil of pointed lead.
"I know not where to say—but oh, speak lower, lest we be overheard."
"Oh, will you be wary, Willie, for we have none to trust but you?"
"I will stick to you like a burr on a bonnet," replied Wad, with energy; "and may he that would wrong ye ne'er drink aught but bilge in this world, and boiling water in that to come!"
"We will meet them at Loretto," said Sybilla.
"Loretto! that is beyond the Eskwater, and further off than St. Magdalene's."
"True, sister; but it is a place of such holiness, that none will molest us there."
"May Heaven forgive our duplicity—but what can we do without it?" sighed Euphemia.