The wind swept around them and around Glenfernie.
Mr.M'Nab, standing beside the laird, spoke earnestly.

"We rejoice, Glenfernie, that you are about once more! There is the making in you of a grand man, like your father.

It would have been down-spiriting if that son of Belial had again triumphed in mischief.

The weak would have found it so." "What is triumph ?" "Ye may well ask that! And yet," said M'Nab, "I know.

It is the warm-feeling cloak that Good when it hath been naked wraps around it, seeing the spoiler spoiled and the wicked fallen into the pit that he digged!" "Aye, the naked Good." The minister looked afar, a dark glow and energy in his thin face.
"They are in prison, and the scaffolds groan--they who would out with the Kirk and a Protestant king and in with the French and popery!" "Your general wrong," said Glenfernie, "barbed and feathered also for a Scots minister's own inmost nerve! And is not my wrong general likewise?
Who hates and punishes falsity, though it were found in his own self, acts for the common good!" "Aye!" said the minister.