I doot," said Mr.Bishopriggs, walking away to the window, "_that's_ what ye've got to do with it." Arnold looked at Anne.
"Do you expect any body ?" "Is it Geoffrey ?" "Impossible.

Geoffrey is on his way to London." "There he is, any way," resumed Mr.Bishopriggs, at the window.

"He's loupin' down from his horse.

He's turning this way.

Lord save us!" he exclaimed, with a start of consternation, "what do I see?
That incarnate deevil, Sir Paitrick himself!" Arnold sprang to his feet.
"Do you mean Sir Patrick Lundie ?" Anne ran to the window.
"It _is_ Sir Patrick!" she said.