my lord," said the glover, "and I need not
tell an honoured warrior like yourself that danger must be familiar to
us ere we can dally with it like a mistress."

This conversation brought them speedily to the Castle of Kinfauns,
where, after a short refreshment, it was necessary that the father and
the daughter should part, in order to seek their respective places of
refuge. It was then first, as she saw that her father's anxiety on her
account had drowned all recollections of his friend, that Catharine
dropped, as if in a dream, the name of "Henry Gow."

"True--most true," continued her father; "we must possess him of our
purposes."

"Leave that to me," said Sir Patrick. "I will not trust to a messenger,
nor will I send a letter, because, if I could write one, I think he
could not read it. He will suffer anxiety in the mean while, but I will
ride to Perth tomorrow by times and acquaint him with your designs."

The time of separation now approached. It was a bitter moment, but
the manly character of the old burgher, and the devout resignation of
Catharine to the will of Providence made it lighter than might have been
expected. The good knight hurried the departure of the burgess, but
in the kindest manner; and even went so far as to offer him some gold
pieces in loan, which might, where specie was so scarce, be considered
as the ne plus ultra of regard. The glover, however, assured him he
was amply provided, and departed on his journey in a northwesterly
direction. The hospitable protection of Sir Patrick Charteris was no
less manifested towards his fair guest. She was placed under the charge
of a duenna who managed the good knight's household, and was compelled
to remain several days in Kinfauns, owing to the obstacles and delays
interposed by a Tay boatman, named Kitt Henshaw, to whose charge she was
to be committed, and whom the provost highly trusted.

Thus were severed the child and parent in a moment of great danger and
difficulty, much augmented by circumstances of which they were then
ignorant, and which seemed greatly to diminish any chance of safety that
remained for them.

CHAPTER XXVII.

"This Austin humbly did." "Did he?" quoth he.
"Austin may do the same again for me."

Pope's Prologue to Canterbury Tales from Chaucer.

The course of our story will be best pursued by attending that of Simon
Glover. It is not our purpose to indicate the exact local boundaries of
the two cont