for　him　everywhere　before　that　occurred　to　him　as　a　last　chance。
  Nor　would　he　have　found　him　even　then；　for　he　would　not　have
  thought　of　his　being　inside　the　deserted　house；　had　not　Shargar
  heard　his　footsteps　in　the　street。
  He　started　up　from　his　stool　saying；　'That's　Bob！'　but　was　not　sure
  enough　to　go　to　the　door：　he　might　be　mistaken；　it　might　be　the
  landlord！　　He　heard　the　feet　stop　and　did　not　move；　but　when　he
  heard　them　begin　to　go　away　again；　he　rushed　to　the　door；　and　bawled
  on　the　chance　at　the　top　of　his　voice；　'Bob！　　Bob！'
  'Eh！　ye　crater！'　said　Robert；　'ir　ye　there　efter　a'？
  'Eh！　　Bob；'　exclaimed　Shargar；　and　burst　into　tears。　'I　thocht　ye
  wad　come　efter　me。'
  'Of　coorse；'　answered　Robert；　coolly。　'Come　awa'　hame。'
  'Whaur　til？'　asked　Shargar　in　dismay。
  'Hame　to　yer　ain　bed　at　my　grannie's。'
  'Na；　na；'　said　Shargar；　hurriedly；　retreating　within　the　door　of　the
  hovel。　'Na；　na；　Bob；　lad；　I　s'　no　du　that。　　She's　an　awfu'　wuman；
  that　grannie　o'　yours。　　I　canna　think　hoo　ye　can　bide　wi'　her。　　I'm
  weel　oot　o'　her　grups；　I　can　tell　ye。'
  It　required　a　good　deal　of　persuasion；　but　at　last　Robert　prevailed
  upon　Shargar　to　return。　　For　was　not　Robert　his　tower　of　strength？
  And　if　Robert　was　not　frightened　at　his　grannie；　or　at　Betty；　why
  should　he　be？　　At　length　they　entered　Mrs。　Falconer's　parlour；
  Robert　dragging　in　Shargar　after　him；　having　failed　altogether　in
  encouraging　him　to　enter　after　a　more　dignified　fashion。
  It　must　be　remembered　that　although　Shargar　was　still　kilted；　he　was
  not　the　less　trowsered；　such　as　the　trowsers　were。　　It　makes　my
  heart　ache　to　think　of　those　trowsersnot　believing　trowsers
  essential　to　blessedness　either；　but　knowing　the　superiority　of　the
  old　Roman　costume　of　the　kilt。
  No　sooner　had　Mrs。　Falconer　cast　her　eyes　upon　him　than　she　could
  not　but　be　convinced　of　the　truth　of　Robert's　averment。
  'Here　he　is；　grannie；　and　gin　ye　bena　saitisfeed　yet'
  'Haud　yer　tongue；　laddie。　　Ye　hae　gi'en　me　nae　cause　to　doobt　yer
  word。'
  Indeed；　during　Robert's　absence；　his　grandmother　had　had　leisure　to
  perceive　of　what　an　absurd　folly　she　had　been　guilty。　　She　had　also
  had　time　to　make　up　her　mind　as　to　her　duty　with　regard　to　Shargar；
  and　the　more　she　thought　about　it；　the　more　she　admired　the　conduct
  of　her　grandson；　and　the　better　she　saw　that　it　would　be　right　to
  follow　his　example。　　No　doubt　she　was　the　more　inclined　to　this
  benevolence　that　she　had　as　it　were　received　her　grandson　back　from
  the　jaws　of　death。
  When　the　two　lads　entered；　from　her　arm…chair　Mrs。　Falconer　examined
  Shargar　from　head　to　foot　with　the　eye　of　a　queen　on　her　throne；　and
  a　countenance　immovable　in　stern　gentleness；　till　Shargar　would
  gladly　have　sunk　into　the　shelter　of　the　voluminous　kilt　from　the
  gaze　of　those　quiet　hazel　eyes。
  At　length　she　spoke：
  'Robert；　tak　him　awa'。'
  'Whaur'll　I　tak　him　till；　grannie？'
  'Tak　him　up　to　the　garret。　　Betty　'ill　ha'　ta'en　a　tub　o'　het　water
  up　there　'gen　this　time；　and　ye　maun　see　that　he　washes　himsel'　frae
  heid　to　fut；　or　he　s'　no　bide　an　'oor　i'　my　hoose。　　Gang　awa'　an'
  see　till　't　this　minute。'
  But　she　detained　them　yet　awhile　with　various　directions　in　regard
  of　cleansing；　for　the　carrying　out　of　which　Robert　was　only　too　glad
  to　give　his　word。　　She　dismissed　them　at　last；　and　Shargar　by　and　by
  found　himself　in　bed；　clean；　and；　for　the　first　time　in　his　life；
  between　a　pair　of　linen　sheetsnot　altogether　to　his　satisfaction；
  for　mere　order　and　comfort　were　substituted　for　adventure　and
  success。
  But　greater　trials　awaited　him。　　In　the　morning　he　was　visited　by
  Brodie；　the　tailor；　and　Elshender；　the　shoemaker；　both　of　whom　he
  held　in　awe　as　his　superiors　in　the　social　scale；　and　by　them
  handled　and　measured　from　head　to　feet；　the　latter　included；　after
  which　he　had　to　lie　in　bed　for　three　days；　till　his　clothes　came
  home；　for　Betty　had　carefully　committed　every　article　of　his　former
  dress　to　the　kitchen　fire；　not　without　a　sense　of　pollution　to　the
  bottom　of　her　kettle。　　Nor　would　he　have　got　them　for　double　the
  time；　had　not　Robert　haunted　the　tailor；　as　well　as　the　soutar；　like
  an　evil　conscience；　till　they　had　finished　them。　　Thus　grievous　was
  Shargar's　introduction　to　the　comforts　of　respectability。　　Nor　did
  he　like　it　much　better　when　he　was　dressed；　and　able　to　go　about；
  for　not　only　was　he　uncomfortable　in　his　new　clothes；　which；　after
  the　very　easy　fit　of　the　old　ones；　felt　like　a　suit　of　plate…armour；
  but　he　was　liable　to　be　sent　for　at　any　moment　by　the　awful
  sovereignty　in　whose　dominions　he　found　himself；　and　which；　of
  course；　proceeded　to　instruct　him　not　merely　in　his　own　religious
  duties；　but　in　the　religious　theories　of　his　ancestors；　if；　indeed；
  Shargar's　ancestors　ever　had　any。　　And　now　the　Shorter　Catechism
  seemed　likely　to　be　changed　into　the　Longer　Catechism；　for　he　had　it
  Sundays　as　we'll　as　Saturdays；　besides　Alleine's　Alarm　to　the
  Unconverted；　Baxter's　Saint's　Rest；　Erskine's　Gospel　Sonnets；　and
  other　books　of　a　like　kind。　　Nor　was　it　any　relief　to　Shargar　that
  the　gloom　was　broken　by　the　incomparable　Pilgrim's　Progress　and　the
  Holy　War；　for　he　cared　for　none　of　these　things。　　Indeed；　so　dreary
  did　he　find　it　all；　that　his　love　to　Robert　was　never　put　to　such　a
  severe　test。　　But　for　that；　he　would　have　run　for　it。　　Twenty　times
  a　day　was　he　so　tempted。
  At　school；　though　it　was　better；　yet　it　was　bad。　　For　he　was　ten
  times　as　much　laughed　at　for　his　new　clothes；　though　they　were　of
  the　plainest；　as　he　had　been　for　his　old　rags。　　Still　he　bore　all
  the　pangs　of　unwelcome　advancement　without　a　grumble；　for　the　sake
  of　his　friend　alone；　whose　dog　he　remained　as　much　as　ever。　　But　his
  past　life　of　cold　and　neglect；　and　hunger　and　blows；　and
  homelessness　and　rags；　began　to　glimmer　as　in　the　distance　of　a
  vaporous　sunset；　and　the　loveless　freedom　he　had　then　enjoyed　gave
  it　a　bloom　as　of　summer…roses。
  I　wonder　whether　there　may　not　have　been　in　some　unknown　corner　of
  the　old　lady's　mind　this　lingering　remnant　of　paganism；　that；　in
  reclaiming　the　outcast　from　the　error　of　his　ways；　she　was　making　an
  offering　acceptable　to　that　God　whom　her　mere　prayers　could　not　move
  to　look　with　favour　upon　her　prodigal　son　Andrew。　　Nor　from　her　own
  acknowledged　religious　belief　as　a　background　would　it　have　stuck　so
  fiery　off　either。　　Indeed；　it　might　have　been　a　partial　corrective
  of　some　yet　more　dreadful　articles　of　her　creed；which　she　held；　be
  it　remembered；　because　she　could　not　help　it。
  CHAPTER　XI。
  PRIVATE　INTERVIEWS。
  The　winter　passed　slowly　away。　　Robert　and　Shargar　went　to　school
  together；　and　learned　their　lessons　together　at　Mrs。　Falconer's
  table。　　Shargar　soon　learned　to　behave　with　tolerable　propriety；　was
  obedient；　as　far　as　eye…service　went；　looked　as　queer　as　ever；　did
  what　he　pleased；　which　was　nowise　very　wicked；　the　moment　he　was　out
  of　the　old　lady's　sight；　was　well　fed　and　well　cared　for；　and　when
  he　was　asked　how　he　was；　gave　the　invariable　answer：　'Middlin'。'　　He
  was　not　very　happy。
  There　was　little　communication　in　words　between　the　two　boys；　for
  the　one　had　not　much　to　say；　and　the　pondering　fits　of　the　other
  grew　rather　than　relaxed　in　frequency　and　intensity。　　Yet　amongst
  chance　acquaintances　in　the　town　Robert　had　the　character　of　a　wag；
  of　which　he　was　totally　unaware　himself。　　Indeed；　although　he　had
  more　than　the　ordinary　share　of　humour；　I　suspect　it　was　not　so　much
  his　fun　as　his　earnest　that　got　him　the　character；　for　he　would　say
  such　altogether　unheard…of　and　strange　things；　that　the　only　way
  they　were　capable　of　accounting　for　him　was　as　a　humorist。
  'Eh！'　he　said　once　to　Elshender；　during　a　pause　common　to　a
  thunder…storm　and　a　lesson　on　the　violin　'eh！　wadna　ye　like　to　be　up
  in　that　clood　wi'　a　spaud；　turnin'　ower　the　divots　and　catchin'　the
  flashes　lyin'　aneath　them　like　lang　reid　fiery　worms？'
  'Ay；　man；　but　gin　ye　luik　up　to　the　cloods　that　gait；　ye'll　never　be
  muckle　o'　a　fiddler。'
  This　was　merely　an　outbreak　of　that　insolence　of　advice　so　often
  shown　to　the　young　from　no　vantage…ground　but　that　of　age　and
  faithlessness；　reminding　one　of　the　'jigging　fool'　who　interfered
  between　Brutus　and　Cassius　on　the　sole　ground　that　he　had　seen　more
  years　than　they。　　As　if　ever　a　fiddler　that　did　not　look　up　to　the
  clouds　would　be　anything　but　a　catgut…scraper！　　Even　Elshender's
  fiddle　was　the　one　angel　that　held　back　the　heavy　curtain　of　his
  gross　nature；　and　let　the　sky　shine　through。　　He　ought　to　have　been
  set　fiddling　every　Sunday　morning；　and　from　his　fiddling　dragged
  straight　to　church。　　It　was　the　only　thing　man　could　have　done　for
  his　conversion；　for　then　his　heart　was　open；　But　I　fear　the　prayers
  would　have　closed　it　before　the　sermon　came。　　He　should　rather　have
  been　compelled　to　take　his　fiddle　to　church　with　him；