"And when will that be, I would like to ken ?" "Well, Alan, I have had some thoughts of that, too," said I; "and my plan is this.

It's my opinion to be called an advocate." "That's but a weary trade, Davie," says Alan, "and rather a blagyard one forby.

Ye would be better in a king's coat than that." "And no doubt that would be the way to have us meet," cried I."But as you'll be in King Lewie's coat, and I'll be in King Geordie's, we'll have a dainty meeting of it." "There's some sense in that," he admitted.
"An advocate, then, it'll have to be," I continued, "and I think it a more suitable trade for a gentleman that was _three times_ disarmed.

But the beauty of the thing is this: that one of the best colleges for that kind of learning--and the one where my kinsman, Pilrig, made his studies--is the college of Leyden in Holland.

Now, what say you, Alan?
Could not a cadet of _Royal Ecossais_ get a furlough, slip over the marches, and call in upon a Leyden student!" "Well, and I would think he could!" cried he.