fulness in his very attitude.

"The same, the same, the very same!" said he to himself, in words the
boy could plainly hear. "Her mother to the very defiance of her eye."
He clutched Gilian rudely by the shoulder. "What," said he; "were you
wandering about with that girl for? Answer me that. They told me you
were off after the soldiers, and I came up here hoping it true. It would
have been the daft but likeable cantrip I should have forgiven in any
boy of mine; it would have shown some sign of a sogerly emprise. And
here you are, with a lass wandering! Where were you?"

Gilian explained.

"In the flower garden? Ay! ay! A lassie on the roadside met your fancy
more than Geordie's men of war. Thank God, I was never like that! And
Turner's daughter above all! If she's like her mother in her heart
as she's like her in the face, it might be a bitter notion for your
future."

He led the way home, muttering to himself. "Nan! Nan! It gave me the
start! It was nearly a stroke for me! The same look about her! She is
dead, dead and buried, and in her daughter she defies us still!"

CHAPTER XIV--THE CORNAL'S LOVE STORY

Miss Mary, in great tribulation, was waiting on them at the stair-foot,
her face, with all its trouble in dark and throbbing lines, lit up by
the lamp above the merchant's door. When she saw her brother coming with
Gilian she ran forward on the footway, caught the boy by the hand and
drew him in.

"I am very angry, oh, I am terribly angry with you!" she cried. "Do not
speak a word to me." She pushed him into a chair and spread thick butter
on a scone and thrust it in his hand. "To frighten us like this! The
Captain is all over the town for you, and the General has sent men to
drag for you about the quay."

Peggy the maid smiled over her mistress's shoulder at the youth. He ate
his scone with great complacency, heartened by this token that something
of Miss Mary's vexation was assumed. Not perhaps her vexation--for were
her eyes not red as with weeping?--but her anger, if she had really been
angry.

"You are a perfect heartbreak," she went on

"The Cornal heard you had run off after the sogers, and------"

"Would that vex you?" asked Gilian.

"It would not vex Colin; he would give his only infant, if he had one,
to the army; but I was thinking of you left behind in the march about
the loch-head, and lost and starving somewhere about the wood of
Dunderave."

"I would not starve in Dunderave so lo