ncy Stair
was with us--with Sandy, and Danvers, and myself.

Near one o'clock of the morning I heard Nancy's voice, at the turn of
the stair, saying good night to the London man.

"People think he's ice," she cried, and I knew it was Pitcairn of whom
she spoke; "but try a bit of flattery with him. Not on his looks, for
he cares less for them than for the wind that blows, but on his
abilities. Tell him that all knowledge of the Scots law will end at his
death, and that you're flattered to be on the same case with him; tell
him that Moses but anticipated him in the Ten Commandments, and that,
before the time of Leviticus, he was. He will rest calm under it. He
will show naught; but in his soul he will agree with you, and think
that a man who has such penetration concerning himself must have a
judgment worth consideration about others."

I heard Magendie laugh aloud, and when I joined him saw that his eyes
had brightened during the interview, as though he had been drinking,
and that he carried himself with some excitement.

"It will be a great case, my lord! a great case!" he said, with
enthusiasm. "And it's a fine daughter ye have! A great woman! God!" he
cried, seizing my hand, "if she'd go on the case with me, I'd undertake
the defense of Judas!--and I'd get a verdict, too!" he added, with a
laugh, as he went out into the night.

On the morning set for the trial, to add to our distressed state of
mind, a tempest arose. There was rain driven into the town from the
hills, and rain driven into the town from the sea, and banks of leaden
clouds were blown back and forth over the trees, which were bent double
by the Bedlamite wind. The grounds of Stair lay like a pond, the road
ran like a river, and the broken bits of trees hurled everywhere made
going abroad a dangerous business. As I entered the breakfast-room Huey
threw a look at my attire.

"You'll not be thinking of going out?" he demanded, rather than asked.

"I'm thinking of nothing else," said I.

"Ye'll get killt," he cried, and at the words my eyes lighted with some
amazement upon his own odd costume, for he was prepared to serve my
breakfast in corduroys and thigh-boots.

"Why are you dressed like that?" I inquired.

"You wouldn't be wanting me to stay at home when there's trouble to Mr.
Danvers, would you?" he demanded fiercely. "I, who have known him since
he was a week old, and have had favors from him thousands of times! And
now," he went on as thou