and why should she lie to him
by saying that it would not be so? Thinking of all this, when the
morning came, she left the letter lying within her desk.

Lord Fawn was to call upon Lady Eustace on the Saturday, and on
Friday afternoon Mr. Andrew Gowran was in Mrs. Hittaway's back
parlour in Warwick Square. After many efforts, and with much
persuasion, the brother had agreed to see his sister's great witness.
Lord Fawn had felt that he would lower himself by any intercourse
with such a one as Andy Gowran in regard to the conduct of the woman
whom he had proposed to make his wife, and had endeavoured to avoid
the meeting. He had been angry, piteous, haughty, and sullen by
turns; but Mrs. Hittaway had overcome him by dogged perseverance;
and poor Lord Fawn had at last consented. He was to come to Warwick
Square as soon as the House was up on Friday evening, and dine there.
Before dinner he was to be introduced to Mr. Gowran. Andy arrived at
the house at half-past five, and after some conversation with Mrs.
Hittaway, was left there all alone to await the coming of Lord Fawn.
He was in appearance and manners very different from the Andy Gowran
familiarly known among the braes and crofts of Portray. He had a
heavy stiff hat, which he carried in his hand. He wore a black
swallow-tail coat and black trousers, and a heavy red waistcoat
buttoned up nearly to his throat, round which was tightly tied a
dingy black silk handkerchief. At Portray no man was more voluble, no
man more self-confident, no man more equal to his daily occupations
than Andy Gowran; but the unaccustomed clothes, and the journey to
London, and the town houses overcame him, and for a while almost
silenced him. Mrs. Hittaway found him silent, cautious, and timid.
Not knowing what to do with him, fearing to ask him to go and eat in
the kitchen, and not liking to have meat and unlimited drink brought
for him into the parlour, she directed the servant to supply him
with a glass of sherry and a couple of biscuits. He had come an hour
before the time named, and there, with nothing to cheer him beyond
these slight creature-comforts, he was left to wait all alone till
Lord Fawn should be ready to see him.

Andy had seen lords before. Lords are not rarer in Ayrshire than
in other Scotch counties; and then, had not Lord George de Bruce
Carruthers been staying at Portray half the winter? But Lord George
was not to Andy a real lord,--and then a lord down in his own coun