What was his dismay to find--not his bonny leddy, but her poor cousin, the soutar's auld wife! It was too bad.

Dooble Sanny indeed! He first stared, then went into a rage, and then came out of it to go into a resolution.

He replaced the unwelcome fiddle in the parcel, and came down-stairs gloomy and still wrathful, but silent.

The evening passed over, and the inhabitants of the farmhouse went early to bed.
Robert tossed about fuming on his.

He had not undressed.
About eleven o'clock, after all had been still for more than an hour, he took his shoes in one hand and the brown parcel in the other, and descending the stairs like a thief, undid the quiet wooden bar that secured the door, and let himself out.