"Until you came in, he was under the firm belief that you and Mr.Hugh had got the young lady away again on some of this mystery business--he wouldn't have it any other way.

And truth to tell, I was wondering if you had, myself! But since you haven't, it's here--and I hope nothing's befallen the poor young thing, for--" "For God's sake, man, get it out!" said I."We've had preface enough--come to your tale!" "I'm only explaining to you, Mr.Hugh," he answered, calmly.

"And I understand your impatience.

It's like this, d'ye see ?--Andrew Dunlop yonder has a sister that's married to a man, a sheep-farmer, whose place is near Coldsmouth Hill, between Mindrum and Kirk Yetholm--" "I know!" I said.

"You mean Mrs.Heselton.Well, man ?" "Mrs.Heselton, of course," said he.