I cannot tell, there seems to me some difference; but the better mould shall keep faith with the baser, and thou shalt have thy revenge.

Call thou my page hither." A young man made his appearance from the anteroom upon the physician's summons.
"Eviot," said the knight, "does Bonthron wait?
and is he sober ?" "He is as sober as sleep can make him after a deep drink," answered the page.
"Then fetch him hither, and do thou shut the door." A heavy step presently approached the apartment, and a man entered, whose deficiency of height seemed made up in breadth of shoulders and strength of arm.
"There is a man thou must deal upon, Bonthron," said the knight.

The man smoothed his rugged features and grinned a smile of satisfaction.
"That mediciner will show thee the party.

Take such advantage of time, place, and circumstance as will ensure the result; and mind you come not by the worst, for the man is the fighting Smith of the Wynd." "It Will be a tough job," growled the assassin; "for if I miss my blow, I may esteem myself but a dead man.

All Perth rings with the smith's skill and strength." "Take two assistants with thee," said the knight.
"Not I," said Bonthron.