not　affected　by　hair　tumbling　back　or　plastered　down　forward；　and　a
  rolling　eye　went　no　further　with　her　than　a　squinting　one。
  Her　romance　was　stern；　not　sickly。　She　was　on　the　lookout　for　iron
  virtues；　she　had　sworn　to　be　wooed　with　great　deeds；　or　never　won；　on
  this　subject　she　had　thought　much；　though　not　enough　to　ask　herself
  whether　great　deeds　are　always　to　be　got　at；　however　disposed　a　lover　may
  be。
  No　matter；　she　kept　herself　in　reserve　for　some　earnest　man；　who　was　not
  to　come　flattering　and　fooling　to　her；　but　look　another　way　and　do
  exploits。
  She　liked　Lord　Ipsden；　her　cousin　once　removed；　but　despised　him　for
  being　agreeable；　handsome；　clever；　and　nobody。
  She　was　also　a　little　bitten　with　what　she　and　others　called　the　Middle
  Ages；　in　fact　with　that　picture　of　them　which　Grub　Street；　imposing　on
  the　simplicity　of　youth；　had　got　up　for　sale　by　arraying　painted　glass；
  gilt　rags；　and　fancy；　against　fact。
  With　these　vague　and　sketchy　notices　we　are　compelled　to　part；　for　the
  present；　with　Lady　Barbara。　But　it　serves　her　right；　she　has　gone　to
  establish　her　court　in　Perthshire；　and　left　her　rejected　lover　on　our
  hands。
  Journeys　of　a　few　hundred　miles　are　no　longer　described。
  You　exchange　a　dead　chair　for　a　living　chair；　Saunders　puts　in　your　hand
  a　new　tale　like　this；　you　mourn　the　superstition　of　booksellers；　which
  still　inflicts　uncut　leaves　upon　humanity；　though　tailors　do　not　send
  home　coats　with　the　sleeves　stitched　up；　nor　chambermaids　put　travelers
  into　apple…pie　beds　as　well　as　damp　sheets。　You　rend　and　read；　and　are　at
  Edinburgh；　fatigued　more　or　less；　but　not　by　the　journey。
  Lord　Ipsden　was；　therefore；　soon　installed　by　the　Firth　side；　full　of　the
  Aberford。
  The　young　nobleman　not　only　venerated　the　doctor's　sagacity；　but　half
  admired　his　brusquerie　and　bustle；　things　of　which　he　was　himself　never
  guilty。
  As　for　the　prescription；　that　was　a　Delphic　Oracle。　Worlds　could　not　have
  tempted　him　to　deviate　from　a　letter　in　it。
  He　waited　with　impatience　for　the　yacht；　and；　meantime；　it　struck　him
  that　the　first　part　of　the　prescription　could　be　attacked　at　once。
  It　was　the　afternoon　of　the　day　succeeding　his　arrival。　The　Fifeshire
  hills；　seen　across　the　Firth　from　his　windows；　were　beginning　to　take
  their　charming　violet　tinge；　a　light　breeze　ruffled　the　blue　water　into　a
  sparkling　smile；　the　shore　was　tranquil；　and　the　sea　full　of　noiseless
  life；　with　the　craft　of　all　sizes　gliding　and　dancing　and　courtesying　on
  their　trackless　roads。
  The　air　was　tepid；　pure　and　sweet　as　heaven；　this　bright　afternoon；
  Nature　had　grudged　nothing　that　could　give　fresh　life　and　hope　to　such
  dwellers　in　dust　and　smoke　and　vice　as　were　there　to　look　awhile　on　her
  clean　face　and　drink　her　honeyed　breath。
  This　young　gentleman　was　not　insensible　to　the　beauty　of　the　scene。　He
  was　a　little　lazy　by　nature；　and　made　lazier　by　the　misfortune　of　wealth；
  but　he　had　sensibilities；　he　was　an　artist　of　great　natural　talent；　had
  he　only　been　without　a　penny；　how　he　would　have　handled　the　brush！　And
  then　he　was　a　mighty　sailor；　if　he　had　sailed　for　biscuit　a　few　years；
  how　he　would　have　handled　a　ship！
  As　he　was；　he　had　the　eye　of　a　hawk　for　Nature's　beauties；　and　the　sea
  always　came　back　to　him　like　a　friend　after　an　absence。
  This　scene；　then；　curled　round　his　heart　a　little；　and　he　felt　the　good
  physician　was　wiser　than　the　tribe　that　go　by　that　name；　and　strive　to
  build　health　on　the　sandy　foundation　of　drugs。
  〃Saunders！　do　you　know　what　Dr。　Aberford　means　by　the　lower　classes？〃
  〃Perfectly；　my　lord。〃
  〃Are　there　any　about　here？〃
  〃I　am　sorry　to　say　they　are　everywhere；　my　lord。〃
  〃Get　me　some〃_（cigarette）。_
  Out　went　Saunders；　with　his　usual　graceful　_empressement；_　but　an
  internal　shrug　of　his　shoulders。
  He　was　absent　an　hour　and　a　half；　he　then　returned　with　a　double
  expression　on　his　facepride　at　his　success　in　diving　to　the　very　bottom
  of　society；　and　contempt　of　what　he　had　fished　up　thence。
  He　approached　his　lord　mysteriously；　and　said；　_sotto　voce；_　but
  impressively；　〃This　is　low　enough；　my　lord。〃　Then　glided　back；　and
  ushered　in；　with　polite　disdain；　two　lovelier　women　than　he　had　ever
  opened　a　door　to　in　the　whole　course　of　his　perfumed　existence。
  On　their　heads　they　wore　caps　of　Dutch　or　Flemish　origin；　with　a　broad
  lace　border；　stiffened　and　arched　over　the　forehead；　about　three　inches
  high；　leaving　the　brow　and　cheeks　unencumbered。
  They　had　cotton　jackets；　bright　red　and　yellow；　mixed　in　patterns；
  confined　at　the　waist　by　the　apron…strings；　but　bobtailed　below　the
  waist；　short　woolen　petticoats；　with　broad　vertical　stripes；　red　and
  white；　most　vivid　in　color；　white　worsted　stockings；　and　neat；　though
  high…quartered　shoes。　Under　their　jackets　they　wore　a　thick　spotted
  cotton　handkerchief；　about　one　inch　of　which　was　visible　round　the　lower
  part　of　the　throat。　Of　their　petticoats；　the　outer　one　was　kilted；　or
  gathered　up　toward　the　front；　and　the　second；　of　the　same　color；　hung　in
  the　usual　way。
  Of　these　young　women；　one　had　an　olive　complexion；　with　the　red　blood
  mantling　under　it；　and　black　hair；　and　glorious　black　eyebrows。
  The　other　was　fair；　with　a　massive　but　shapely　throat；　as　white　as　milk；
  glossy　brown　hair；　the　loose　threads　of　which　glittered　like　gold；　and　a
  blue　eye；　which；　being　contrasted　with　dark　eyebrows　and　lashes；　took　the
  luminous　effect　peculiar　to　that　rare　beauty。
  Their　short　petticoats　revealed　a　neat　ankle；　and　a　leg　with　a　noble
  swell；　for　Nature；　when　she　is　in　earnest；　builds　beauty　on　the　ideas　of
  ancient　sculptors　and　poets；　not　of　modern　poetasters；　who；　with　their
  airy…like　sylphs　and　their　smoke…like　verses；　fight　for　want　of　flesh　in
  woman　and　want　of　fact　in　poetry　as　parallel　beauties。
  _They　are；_　my　lads。_Continuez！_
  These　women　had　a　grand　corporeal　trait；　they　had　never　known　a　corset！
  so　they　were　straight　as　javelins；　they　could　lift　their　hands　above
  their　heads！actually！　Their　supple　persons　moved　as　Nature　intended；
  every　gesture　was　ease；　grace　and　freedom。
  What　with　their　own　radiance；　and　the　snowy　cleanliness　and　brightness　of
  their　costume；　they　came　like　meteors　into　the　apartment。
  Lord　Ipsden；　rising　gently　from　his　seat；　with　the　same　quiet　politeness
  with　which　he　would　have　received　two　princes　of　the　blood；　said；　〃How　do
  you　do？〃　and　smiled　a　welcome。
  〃Fine！　hoow's　yoursel？〃　answered　the　dark　lass；　whose　name　was　Jean
  Carnie；　and　whose　voice　was　not　so　sweet　as　her　face。
  〃What'n　lord　are　ye？〃　continued　she；　〃are　you　a　juke？　I　wad　like　fine　to
  hae　a　crack　wi'　a　juke。〃
  Saunders；　who　knew　himself　the　cause　of　this　question；　replied；　_sotto
  voce；_　〃His　lordship　is　a　viscount。〃
  〃I　didna　ken't；〃　was　Jean's　remark。　〃But　it　has　a　bonny　soond。〃
  〃What　mair　would　ye　hae？〃　said　the　fair　beauty；　whose　name　was　Christie
  Johnstone。　Then；　appealing　to　his　lordship　as　the　likeliest　to　know；　she
  added；　〃Nobeelity　is　jist　a　soond　itsel；　I'm　tauld。〃
  The　viscount；　finding　himself　expected　to　say　something　on　a　topic　he　had
  not　attended　much　to；　answered　dryly：　〃We　must　ask　the　republicans；　they
  are　the　people　that　give　their　minds　to　such　subjects。〃
  〃And　yon　man；〃　asked　Jean　Carnie；　〃is　he　a　lord；　too？〃
  〃I　am　his　lordship's　servant；〃　replied　Saunders；　gravely；　not　without　a
  secret　misgiving　whether　fate　had　been　just。
  〃Na！〃　replied　she；　not　to　be　imposed　upon；　〃ye　are　statelier　and　prooder
  than　this　ane。〃
  〃I　will　explain；〃　said　his　master。　〃Saunders　knows　his　value；　a　servant
  like　Saunders　is　rarer　than　an　idle　viscount。〃
  〃My　lord；　my　lord！〃　remonstrated　Saunders；　with　a　shocked　and　most
  disclamatory　tone。　〃Rather！〃　was　his　inward　reflection。
  〃Jean；〃　said　Christie；　〃ye　hae　muckle　to　laern。　Are　ye　for　herrin'　the
  day；　vile　count？〃
  〃No！　are　you　for　this　sort　of　thing？〃
  At　this；　Saunders；　with　a　world　of　_empressement；_　offered　the　Carnie
  some　cake　that　was　on　the　table。
  She　took　a　piece；　instantly　spat　it　out　into　her　hand；　and　with　more
  energy　than　delicacy　flung　it　into　the　fire。
  〃Augh！〃　cried　she；　〃just　a　sugar　and　saut　butter　thegither；　buy　nae　mair
  at　yon　shoep；　vile　count。〃
  〃Try　this；　out　of　Nature's　shop；〃　laughed　their　entertainer；　and　he
  offered　them；　himself；　some　peaches　and　things。
  〃Hech！　a　medicine！〃　said　Christie。
  〃Nature；　my　lad；〃　said　Miss　Carnie；　making　her　ivory　teeth　meet　in　their
  first　nectarine；　〃I　didna　ken　whaur　ye　stoep；　but　ye　beat　the　other
  confectioners；　that　div　ye。〃
  The　fair　lass；　who　had　watched　the　viscount　all　this　time　as　demurely　as
  a　cat　cream；　now　approached　him。
  This　young　woman　was　the　thinker；　her　voice　was　also　rich；　full；　and
  melodious；　and　her　manner　very　engaging；　it　was　half　advancing；　half
  retiring；　not　easy　to　resist　or　to　describe。
  〃Noo；〃　said　she；　with　a　very　slight　blush　stealing　across　her　face；　〃ye
  maun　let　me　catecheeze　ye；　wull　ye？〃
  The　last　two　words　were　said　in　a　way　that　would　have　induced　a　bear　to
  reveal　his　winter　residence。
  He　smiled　assent。　Saunders　retired　to　the　door；　and；　excluding　every
  shade　of　curiosity　from　his　face；　took　an　attitude；　half　majesty；　half
  obsequiousness。
  Christie　stood　by　Lord