"Ay, that's his name. I heard the general ca' him sae."
"And so you have no fault to find with your lover?" said Beppy, anxious to change the subject.
"Fawt!—nane!" exclaimed Helen. "Erick hasna a fawt."
"Is he never jealous?"
"Aweel, I canna deny that he is a wee bit jealous, if ye ca' that a fawt; but his jealousy only proves his love. I should be jealous mysel if he talked to the lasses."
"But do you talk to the lads, Helen?"
"My certie, na! but ther win talk to me, and that makes Erick angry sometimes. But I soon laugh it off."
"Well, if it's nothing more serious than that it doesn't signify," said Beppy. "You can't prevent the young men from paying you compliments, you know."
"And I maun be ceevil to them in return. But there's one person that troubles me, and troubles Erick too—Captain Lindsay. He's an officer in Lord Pitsligo's regiment. Maybe you noticed him?—a fine-looking young man, taller than the rest; but weel-faur'd as he is, he's not to compare with Erick."
"You always keep Captain Lindsay at a distance, I hope, Helen?"