He was Blanche’s guardian, and he believed Arnold to be at that moment visiting his new property. What he would think was not difficult to foresee. Arnold turned for help to Mr. Bishopriggs.
“Where can I go?”
Mr. Bishopriggs pointed to the bedroom door.
“Whar’ can ye go? There’s the nuptial chamber!”
“Impossible!”
Mr. Bishopriggs expressed the utmost extremity of human amazement by a long whistle, on one note.
“Whew! Is that the way ye talk o’ the nuptial chamber already?”
“Find me some other place—I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Eh! there’s my paintry! I trow that’s some other place; and the door’s at the end o’ the passage.”
Arnold hurried out. Mr. Bishopriggs—evidently under the impression that the case before him was a case of elopement, with Sir Patrick mixed up in it in the capacity of guardian—addressed himself, in friendly confidence, to Anne.