Here, Lockhard; send William Shaw for Mr.Henry.I suppose he is, as usual, tied to Lucy's apron-string; that foolish girl, Master, draws the whole family after her at her pleasure." Even this allusion to his daughter, though artfully thrown out, did not recall Ravenswood from his own topic.

"We were obliged to leave," he said, "some armour and portraits in this apartment; may I ask where they have been removed to ?" "Why," answered the Keeper, with some hesitation, "the room was fitted up in our absence, and cedant arma togae is the maxim of lawyers, you know: I am afraid it has been here somewhat too literally complied with.
I hope--I believe they are safe, I am sure I gave orders; may I hope that when they are recovered, and put in proper order, you will do me the honour to accept them at my hand, as an atonement for their accidental derangement ?" The Master of Ravenswood bowed stiffly, and, with folded arms, again resumed his survey of the room.
Henry, a spoilt boy of fifteen, burst into the room, and ran up to his father.

"Think of Lucy, papa; she has come home so cross and so fractious, that she will not go down to the stable to see my new pony, that Bob Wilson brought from the Mull of Galloway." "I think you were very unreasonable to ask her," said the Keeper.
"Then you are as cross as she is," answered the boy; "but when mamma comes home, she'll claw up both your mittens." "Hush your impertinence, you little forward imp!" said his father; "where is your tutor ?" "Gone to a wedding at Dunbar; I hope he'll get a haggis to his dinner"; and he began to sing the old Scottish song: "There was a haggis in Dunbar, Fal de ral, etc.

Mony better and few waur, Fal de ral," etc.
"I am much obliged to Mr.Cordery for his attentions," said the Lord Keeper; "and pray who has had the charge of you while I was away, Mr.
Henry ?" "Norman and Bob Wilson, forbye my own self." "A groom and a gamekeeper, and your own silly self--proper guardians for a young advocate! Why, you will never know any statutes but those against shooting red-deer, killing salmon, and----" "And speaking of red-game," said the young scapegrace, interrupting his father without scruple or hesitation, "Norman has shot a buck, and I showed the branches to Lucy, and she says they have but eight tynes; and she says that you killed a deer with Lord Bittlebrains's hounds, when you were west away, and, do you know, she says it had ten tynes; is it true ?" "It may have had twenty, Henry, for what I know; but if you go to that gentleman, he can tell you all about it.

Go speak to him, Henry; it is the Master of Ravenswood." While they conversed thus, the father and son were standing by the fire; and the Master, having walked towards the upper end of the apartment, stood with his back towards them, apparently engaged in examining one of the paintings.