gainst the minister; "'the remainder of wrath shalt thou
restrain.'"

In the afternoon Donal went into the town to get some trifles he wanted
before going to the castle. As he turned to the door of a draper's
shop, he saw at the counter the minister talking to him. He would
rather have gone elsewhere but for unwillingness to turn his back on
anything: he went in. Beside the minister stood a young lady, who,
having completed her purchases, was listening to their conversation.
The draper looked up as he entered. A glance passed between him and
the minister. He came to Donal, and having heard what he wanted, left
him, went back to the minister, and took no more notice of him. Donal
found it awkward, and left the shop.

"High an' michty!" said the draper, annoyed at losing the customer to
whose dispraise he had been listening.

"Far beyond dissent, John!" said the minister, pursuing a remark.

"Doobtless, sir, it is that!" answered the draper. "I'm thankfu' to say
I never harboured a doobt mysel', but aye took what I was tauld, ohn
argle-barglet. What hae we sic as yersel' set ower's for, gien it
binna to haud's i' the straicht path o' what we're to believe an' no to
believe? It's a fine thing no to be accoontable!"

The minister was an honest man so far as he knew himself and honesty,
and did not relish this form of submission. But he did not ask himself
where was the difference between accepting the word of man and
accepting man's explanation of the word of God! He took a huge pinch
from his black snuffbox and held his peace.

In the evening Donal would settle his account with mistress Comin: he
found her demand so much less than he had expected, that he
expostulated. She was firm, however, and assured him she had gained,
not lost. As he was putting up his things,

"Lea' a buik or twa, sir," she said, "'at whan ye luik in, the place
may luik hame-like. We s' ca' the room yours. Come as aften as ye
can. It does my Anerew's hert guid to hae a crack wi' ane 'at kens
something o' what the Maister wad be at. Mony ane 'll ca' him Lord,
but feow 'ill tak the trible to ken what he wad hae o' them. But
there's my Anerew--he'll sit yon'er at his wark, thinkin' by the hoor
thegither ower something the Maister said 'at he canna win at the
richts o'. 'Depen' upo' 't,' he says whiles, 'depen' upo' 't, lass,
whaur onything he says disna luik richt to hiz, it maun be 'at we haena
won at it!'"

As she ended, her