y far
To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar'?

And then you know, Wenna--

One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,
When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near;
So light to the croup the fair lady he swung,
So light to the saddle before her he sprung!
'She is won! we are gone--over bank, bush and scaur!
They'll have fleet steeds that follow,' quoth young Lochinvar.

That _was_ a lover now!"

"I think he was a most impertinent young man," said Wenna.

"I rather like a young man to be impertinent," said Mabyn boldly.

"Then there won't be any difficulty about fitting you with a husband,"
said Wenna with a light laugh.

Here Mabyn once more went on ahead, picking her steps through the damp
grass as she made her way down to the stream. Wenna was still in the
highest of spirits.

"Walking the plank yet, boatswain?" she called out.

"Not yet, sir," Mabyn called in return. "Ship wearing round a point to
the west, and the waves running mountains high. Don't you hear 'em,
captain?"

"Look out for the breakers, boatswain."

"Ay, ay, sir. All hands on deck to man the captain's gig! Belay away
there! Avast! Mind, Wenna, here's the bridge."

Crossing over that single plank in the dead of night was a sufficiently
dangerous experiment, but both these young ladies had had plenty of
experience in keeping their wits about them in more perilous places.

"Why are you in such a hurry, Mabyn?" Wenna asked when they had crossed.

Mabyn did not know what to answer: she was very much excited, and
inclined to talk at random merely to cover her anxiety. She was now very
late for the appointment, and who could tell what unfortunate
misadventure Harry Trelyon might have met with?

"Oh, I don't know," she said. "Why don't you admire young Lochinvar?
Wenna, you're like the Laodiceans."

"Like the what?"

"Like the Laodiceans, that were neither cold nor hot. Why don't you
admire young Lochinvar?"

"Because he was interfering with another man's property."

"That man had no right to her," said Mabyn, talking rather wildly, and
looking on ahead to the point at which the path through the meadows went
up to the road. "He was a wretched animal, I know: I believe he was a
sugar-broker, and had just come home from Jamaica."

"I believe," said Wenna--"I believe that young Lochinvar--" She stopped.
"What's that?" she said. "What are those two lights up there?"

"They'r