“Nay, Rose, our wiser course were to sit here and let it find us—or rather, my friend will come a-searching me so soon as supper be ready and ... indeed, yonder he comes, I fear! Yes,” sighed Sir John, as the huge form of Sir Hector loomed nearer, “I grieve to say he is here already!”
Perceiving Sir John’s companion, MacLean halted suddenly.
“Losh, man Jack!” he exclaimed.
“’Tis I, Hector. Have you ordered supper?”
“I hae that!”
“Then pray mount my horse and lead the way. Rose and I follow.”
“Umph-humph!” quoth Sir Hector, and, mounting forthwith, he trotted down the hill, but profound reprobation was in the cock of his weatherbeaten hat and the set of his broad shoulders as he went.
CHAPTER III
TELLETH OF MRS. ROSE, THE GUILEFUL INNOCENT
“Strip, wench, strip!” cried Lady Herminia Barrasdaile, tossing the disguising cloak into a corner of the bedchamber. “Off with your clothes, girl, off with ’em—we’re both of a size, thank heavens—so strip, Betty, strip, as I’m a-doing!”