er hae what she wants an' nae mair. She wudna like it. Wha
kens what may came i' the meantime--Deith himsel', maybe! Or see--gie
Doory a five shillins, an' whan that's dune she can lat ye ken!"

Donal was forced to leave it thus, but he did his utmost to impress
upon Doory that all he had was at her disposal.

"I had new clothes," he said, "before I came; I have all I want to eat
and drink; and for books, there's a whole ancient library at my
service!--what possibly could I wish for more? It's a mere luxury to
hand the money over to you, Doory! I'm thinkin', Doory," for he had by
this time got to address her by her husband's name for her, "there's
naebody i' this warl', 'cep' the oonseen Lord himsel', lo'es yer man
sae weel as you an' me; an' weel ken I you an' him wad share yer last
wi' me; sae I'm only giein' ye o' yer ain gude wull; an' I'll doobt
that gien ye takna sae lang as I hae."

Thus adjured, and satisfied that her husband was content, the old woman
made no difficulty.

CHAPTER XLIII.

EPPY AND KENNEDY.

When Stephen Kennedy heard that Eppy had gone back to her grandparents,
a faint hope revived in his bosom; he knew nothing of the late passage
between the two parties. He but knew that she was looking sad: she
might perhaps allow him to be of some service to her! Separation had
fostered more and more gentle thoughts of her in his heart; he was
ready to forgive her everything, and believe nothing serious against
her, if only she would let him love her again. Modesty had hitherto
kept him from throwing himself in her way, but he now haunted the house
in the hope of catching a glimpse of her, and when she began to go
again into the town, saw her repeatedly, following her to be near her,
but taking care she should not see him: partly from her self-absorption
he had succeeded in escaping her notice.

At length, however, one night, he tried to summon up courage to accost
her. It was a lovely, moonlit night, half the street black with quaint
shadows, the other half shining like sand in the yellow light. On the
moony side people standing at their doors could recognize each other
two houses away, but on the other, friends might pass without greeting.
Eppy had gone into the baker's; Kennedy had seen her go in, and stood
in the shadow, waiting, all but determined to speak to her. She staid a
good while, but one accustomed to wait for fish learns patience. At
length she appeared. By this time, however, thou