Don't let my father see it." Cosmo cast on her one look of surprise, and obeyed at once, restored it to its place, and had just closed the doors of the cabinet, when Lord Mergwain and his father entered the room.
They, were a peculiar-looking pair--Lord Mergwain in antiquated dress, not a little worn, and neither very clean nor in very good condition--a snuffy, dilapidated, miserable, feeble old man, with a carriage where doubt seemed rooted in apprehension, every other moment casting about him a glance of enquiry, as if an evil spirit came running to the mouth of his eye-caves, looked out, and retreated; and the laird behind him, a head higher, crowned with his red night-cap, and dressed as I have already described, looking older than his years, but bearing on his face the repose of discomfort accepted, his eye keen and clear, and, when turned on his guest, filled with compassion rather than hospitality.

He was walking more erect than usual, either in recognition of the lady's presence, or from a feeling of protection towards her father.
"Now, my lord," he said, as they advanced from the door, "we will set you in a warm corner by the fire, and you must make the best of it.

We can't have things all as we should like them.

That is not what the world was made for." His lordship returned him no answer, but threw a queer look from under his black wig--a look of superior knowledge--of the wisdom of this world.
"You are an old fool," it said; "but you are master here! Ah! how little you know!" He walked tottering to the fire where Cosmo had already set for him a chair.

Something in the look of it displeased him.