I _wish_ you to go on.

I believe you to mean well, though I do not exactly know what you really _do_ mean," said Salome, nervously.
"Well, then, my lady, if you ever heard of this handsome Highland peasant girl, called Rose Cameron, you must have heard that she lived long of her old father, a shepherd, dwelling at the foot of Ben Lone, near by where--a--a certain person had his shooting-lodge.

My dear lady, it is the same wicked old story as we hear over and over again, and a many times too often.

Well, the young man--a certain person, I mean--while at his shooting-box, foot of Ben Lone, happened to see this handsome lass, and fell in love with her at first sight, as certain persons sometimes do with young peasant girls as they oughtn't to marry.

But mayhap your ladyship have heard all this before." Salome had heard it all before; and now, in silence and sadness, she was wondering what she had to hear more; but certainly not expecting to hear the degrading revelation her visitor had still to make.
"Well, my lady," resumed the visitor, "a certain person courted handsome Rose Cameron a long time, trying to coax her to accept of his heart without his hand, after the manner of certain persons, to poor and pretty young girls.