"
"Whisht, my lord--whisht, for God's sake," said Caleb, in an imploring
tone, and apart to his master; "if ye dinna regard your ain credit,
think on mine; we'll hae hard eneugh wark to make a decent night o't,
wi' a' the lees I can tell."
"Well, well, never mind," said his master; "go to the stable. There is
hay and corn, I trust?"
"Ou ay, plenty of hay and corn"; this was uttered boldly and aloud, and,
in a lower tone, "there was some half fous o' aits, and soem taits o'
meadow-hay, left after the burial."
"Very well," said Ravenswood, taking the lamp from his domestic's
unwilling hand, "I will show the stranger upstairs myself."
"I canna think o' that, my lord; if ye wad but have five minutes, or ten
minutes, or, at maist, a quarter of an hour's patience, and look at the
fine moonlight prospect of the Bass and North Berwick Law till I sort
the horses, I would marshal ye up, as reason is ye suld be marshalled,
your lordship and your honourable visitor. And I hae lockit up the
siller candlesticks, and the lamp is not fit----"
"It will do very well in the mean time," said Ravenswood, "and you will
have no difficulty for want of light in the stable, for, if I recollect,
half the roof is off.
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