This was a base observe; for naturally I was of a fresh complexion, but my long illness, and the close air of the prison, had made me pale.
After some more impertinences of that sort, he then said,—
"Ringan Gilhaize, you were at the battle of Bothwell-brigg."
"I was not," said I.
"You do not mean to say so, surely?"
"I have said it," was my answer.
Whereupon one of the clerks whispered to him that there were three of the name in the list.
"O!" cried he, "I crave your pardon, Ringan; there are several persons of your name; and though you were not at Bothwell yourself, maybe ye ken those of your name who were there,—Do you?"
"I did know two," was my calm answer; "one was my brother, and the other my son."
All present remained very silent as I made this answer; and the Lord Kelburne bending forward, leant his cheek on his hand as he rested his elbow on the table, and looked very earnestly at me. Murray resumed,—