"And my nephew, you say, has had no more sense than to cast in his fortunes with that unlucky lad at Edinbro'!" said she.
"So I suppose, aunt!"
"The senseless haverell. What good does he think that will do him or any one else?"
"He believes that King James will be reigning in London before the next mid-summer."
"Aye, that he will, when the sky turns pea-green!" ejaculated the old lady.
"However, I do not believe Sir Julius would have gone to Edinburgh, but for his wife!" I added. "She is a violent Jacobite."
"Aye, I daresay she would like well enough to go to Edinbro' herself. How does my niece Deborah like such a partisan to her cause?"
"Not very well, aunt. I can't but fancy her zeal for the prince has cooled a good deal, since my lady came to the Hall."
"She should remember that loyalty, like poverty, makes us acquainted with strange bed-fellows!" said the old lady smiling. "Well, bairn, you are safe for the present, and the future is in better hands than ours."
