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When the fit was over and he found Mr. Graham was gone, he asked Malcolm, who had resumed his watch, how long it would take Lady Florimel to come from Edinburgh.
"Mr. Crathie left wi' fower horses frae the Lossie Airms last nicht, my lord," said Malcolm; "but the ro'ds are ill, an' she winna be here afore some time the morn."
The marquis stared aghast: they had sent for her without his orders. "What shall I do?" he murmured. "If once I look in her eyes, I shall be damned.—Malcolm!"
"Yes, my lord."
"Is there a lawyer in Portlossie?"
"Yes, my lord: there's auld Maister Carmichael."
"He won't do: he was my brother's rascal. Is there no one besides?"
"No in Portlossie, my lord. There can be nane nearer than Duff Harbor, I doobt."
"Take the chariot and bring him here directly. Tell them to put four horses to: Stokes can ride one."