Marion cast a glance of triumph at Aunt Baby.
"That was very civil of His Grace," said Hector.
"Did he speak to you?" asked Marion.
"Yes; he made me a very pretty compliment and asked me to call upon him."
"And did you?"
"Of course. I was bound to pay my duty to my chief and my father's landlord; and besides, His Grace was pleased to desire some information concerning his affairs in these parts which I was able to give him. He was very gracious, asked specially after you, father—and presented me his snuff-mull to give you, a fine silver one with a Cairngorm pebble for a lid."
"That was very pretty of him," said the old man, evidently much gratified. "I shall use it with much pleasure."
"How does he look, Uncle Duncan?" asked Marion.
"He is said very strongly to resemble your humble servant, my dear. I think I am quite his equal in good looks, though I say it that shouldn't."
"Were you frightened at preaching before him?" asked Marion, pursuing her catechism.