forward upon the ice like.'

'Well, but what did ye speak about?'

'Ou, he just asked questions like ony ither stranger,' answered
the postilion, possessed, as it seemed, with the refractory and
uncommunicative spirit which had left his mistress.

'But about what?' said Glossin.

'Ou, just about the folk that was playing at the curling, and
about auld Jock Stevenson that was at the cock, and about the
leddies, and sic like.'

'What ladies? and what did he ask about them, Jock?' said the
interrogator.

'What leddies? Ou, it was Miss Jowlia Mannering and Miss Lucy
Bertram, that ye ken fu' weel yoursell, Mr. Glossin; they were
walking wi' the young Laird of Hazlewood upon the ice.'

'And what did you tell him about them?' demanded Glossin.

'Tut, we just said that was Miss Lucy Bertram of Ellangowan, that
should ance have had a great estate in the country; and that was
Miss Jowlia Mannering, that was to be married to young Hazlewood,
see as she was hinging on his arm. We just spoke about our country
clashes like; he was a very frank man.'

'Well, and what did he say in answer?'