I can give you that character with a clear conscience.' Whereupon they separated, and Montroymont rode briskly down into the Dule Valley.

But of the curate Francis was not to be quit so easily.

He went on with his little, brisk steps to the corner of a dyke, and stopped and whistled and waved upon a lassie that was herding cattle there.

This Janet M'Clour was a big lass, being taller than the curate; and what made her look the more so, she was kilted very high.

It seemed for a while she would not come, and Francie heard her calling Haddo a 'daft auld fule,' and saw her running and dodging him among the whins and hags till he was fairly blown.