"But ye're no to mak onything o' that, Isy!" added her mistress.
"Never a particle, mem!" returned Isy. "I ken weel it stan's for naething
but the heat o' the burnin brain! I'm richt glaid though, that the sicht o'
me did seem to comfort him a wee!"
"Weel, I'm no sae sure!" answered Marion. "But we'll say nae mair anent
that the noo! The guidman says no; and his word's law i' this hoose."
Isy resumed her pretence of breakfast. Presently Eppie came down, and going
to her master, said--
"Here's An'ra, sir, come to speir efter the yoong minister and Isy: am I to
gar him come in?"
"Ay, and gie him his brakfast," shouted the farmer.
The old woman set a chair for her son by the door, and proceeded to attend
to him. James was left alone.
Silence again fell, and the appearance of eating was resumed, Peter being
the only one that made a reality of it. Marion was occupied with many
thinkings, specially a growing doubt and soreness about Isy. The hussy had
a secret! She had known something all the time, and had been taking
advantage of her unsuspiciousness! It would be a fine thing for her,
indeed, to get hold of the minister! but she would see him dead first! It
was too bad of the Robertsons, whom she had known so long and trusted so
much! They knew what they were doing when they passed their trash upon her!
She began to distrust ministers! What right had they to pluck brands from
the burning at the expense o' dacent fowk! It was to do evil that good
might come! She would say that to their faces! Thus she sat thinking and
glooming.
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