aid the delighted
minister. "People think to honour and glorify God by being afraid of
Him, forgetting that perfect love casts out the fear that hath torment,
and he that feareth is not made perfect in love."

With such conversation they beguiled the way till they stood at the gate
of Bridesdale, and entered the hospitable mansion, there to be received
by the odious Grinstun man.

"What in aa' the warld, Marjorie, did Susan mean, sending us yon
godless, low-lived chairact o' a Rawdon?" asked the Squire of his
sister, Mrs. Carmichael.

"I cannot understand it, John," she answered; "for her own Marjorie
fairly detests the little man. Perhaps it is some business affair with
the Captain."

"Aweel, aweel, we maun keep the peace, sin' I'm a judge o't; but I do
not like thee, Dr. Fell."

Then they all entered the house together. Wilkinson found the spurious
Miss Du Plessis gone.

The dominie saw that the working geologist was boring Mrs. Carmichael,
after her return to the drawing-room from laying aside her walking
attire, and valorously interposed to save her. He enquired for her
niece, Marjorie, and learned that that young lady had annexed Coristine
as her lawful prey, and, introducing him to her grown-up cousin, had
arranged the triangular journey to Mr. Perrowne's church. The service
there was longer than in the kirk, so that half an hour would probably
elapse before the two Anglican perverts appeared with their captive, the
lawyer. Before the absentees made their appearance, a man--dressed in
Mr. Nash's clothes, but with the beard and moustache recognized by Ben
Toner as those of the bailiff--was ushered in and greeted by the Squire
as Mr. Chisholm. The rest of the company seemed to know the transformed
detective, including the Grinstun man, whom he rallied on his attentions
to a young lady.

"You're a nice man, Rawdon, when every decent person has gone to church,
gallivanting with young ladies. I saw you at the Talfourds."

"Don't care a 'ang if you did," replied Rawdon, "if Miss Do Pleas us
takes a shine to a warm man, and gives you 'and-to-mouth beggars the
go-by, that honly shows 'er common sense."

"What has Miss Du Plessis got to do with it?"

"She's got this to do with it, that she's promised to be my missus
before the week's hout."

"When?"

"Wy, this mornin'; 'ere in this blessed room."

"Oh, come, Rawdon, you are joking. Miss Du Plessis hasn't been out of
Mrs. Talfourd's to-day."

"Don't you