self…defence；　never　showed　any　resentmenta　most　improbable
  statement；　I　admit；　but　nevertheless　trueand　I　think　the　rest　of
  his　character　may　be　left　to　the　gradual　dawn　of　its　historical
  manifestation。
  He　had　long　ere　this　discovered　who　the　angel　was　that　had　appeared
  to　him　at　the　top　of　the　stair　upon　that　memorable　night；　but　he
  could　hardly　yet　say　that　he　had　seen　her；　for；　except　one　dim
  glimpse　he　had　had　of　her　at　the　window　as　he　passed　in　the　street；
  she　had　not　appeared　to　him　save　in　the　vision　of　that　night。
  During　the　whole　winter　she　scarcely　left　the　house；　partly　from
  the　state　of　her　health；　affected　by　the　sudden　change　to　a　northern
  climate；　partly　from　the　attention　required　by　her　aunt；　to　aid　in
  nursing　whom　she　had　left　the　warmer　south。　　Indeed；　it　was　only　to
  return　the　visits　of　a　few　of　Mrs。　Forsyth's　chosen；　that　she　had
  crossed　the　threshold　at　all；　and　those　visits　were　paid　at　a　time
  when　all　such　half…grown　inhabitants　as　Robert　were　gathered　under
  the　leathery　wing　of　Mr。　Innes。
  But　long　before　the　winter　was　over；　Rothieden　had　discovered　that
  the　stranger；　the　English　lady；　Mary　St。　John；　outlandish；　almost
  heathenish　as　her　lovely　name　sounded　in　its　ears；　had　a　power　as
  altogether　strange　and　new　as　her　name。　　For　she　was　not　only　an
  admirable　performer　on　the　pianoforte；　but　such　a　simple　enthusiast
  in　music；　that　the　man　must　have　had　no　music　or　little　heart　in　him
  in　whom　her　playing　did　not　move　all　that　there　was　of　the　deepest。
  Occasionally　there　would　be　quite　a　small　crowd　gathered　at　night　by
  the　window　of　Mrs。　Forsyth's　drawing…room；　which　was　on　the
  ground…floor；　listening　to　music　such　as　had　never　before　been　heard
  in　Rothieden。　　More　than　once；　when　Robert　had　not　found　Sandy
  Elshender　at　home　on　the　lesson…night；　and　had　gone　to　seek　him；　he
  had　discovered　him　lying　in　wait；　like　a　fowler；　to　catch　the　sweet
  sounds　that　flew　from　the　opened　cage　of　her　instrument。　　He　leaned
  against　the　wall　with　his　ear　laid　over　the　edge；　and　as　near　the
  window　as　he　dared　to　put　it；　his　rough　face；　gnarled　and　blotched；
  and　hirsute　with　the　stubble　of　neglected　beardhis　whole　ursine
  face　transfigured　by　the　passage　of　the　sweet　sounds　through　his
  chaotic　brain；　which　they　swept　like　the　wind　of　God；　when　of　old　it
  moved　on　the　face　of　the　waters　that　clothed　the　void　and　formless
  world。
  'Haud　yer　tongue！'　he　would　say　in　a　hoarse　whisper；　when　Robert
  sought　to　attract　his　attention；　'haud　yer　tongue；　man；　and　hearken。
  Gin　yon　bonny　leddy　'at　yer　grannie　keeps　lockit　up　i'　the　aumry
  war　to　tak　to　the　piano；　that's　jist　hoo　she　wad　play。　　Lord；　man！
  pit　yer　sowl　i'　yer　lugs；　an'　hearken。'
  The　soutar　was　all　wrong　in　this；　for　if　old　Mr。　Falconer's　violin
  had　taken　woman…shape；　it　would　have　been　that　of　a　slight；　worn；
  swarthy　creature；　with　wild　black　eyes；　great　and　restless；　a　voice
  like　a　bird's；　and　thin　fingers　that　clawed　the　music　out　of　the
  wires　like　the　quills　of　the　old　harpsichord；　not　that　of　Mary　St。
  John；　who　was　tall；　and　could　not　help　being　stately；　was　large　and
  well…fashioned；　as　full　of　repose　as　Handel's　music；　with　a
  contralto　voice　to　make　you　weep；　and　eyes　that　would　have　seemed
  but　for　their　maidenliness　to　be　always　ready　to　fold　you　in　their
  lucid　gray　depths。
  Robert　stared　at　the　soutar；　doubting　at　first　whether　he　had　not
  been　drinking。　　But　the　intoxication　of　music　produces　such　a
  different　expression　from　that　of　drink；　that　Robert　saw　at　once
  that　if　he　had　indeed　been　drinking；　at　least　the　music　had　got
  above　the　drink。　　As　long　as　the　playing　went　on；　Elshender　was　not
  to　be　moved　from　the　window。
  But　to　many　of　the　people　of　Rothieden　the　music　did　not　recommend
  the　musician；　for　every　sort　of　music；　except　the　most　unmusical　of
  psalm…singing；　was　in　their　minds　of　a　piece　with　'dancin'　an'
  play…actin'；　an'　ither　warldly　vainities　an'　abominations。'　　And
  Robert；　being　as　yet　more　capable　of　melody　than　harmony；　grudged　to
  lose　a　lesson　on　Sandy's　'auld　wife　o'　a　fiddle'　for　any　amount　of
  Miss　St。　John's　playing。
  CHAPTER　XV。
  ERIC　ERICSON。
  One　gusty　eveningit　was　of　the　last　day　in　MarchRobert　well
  remembered　both　the　date　and　the　daya　bleak　wind　was　driving　up
  the　long　street　of　the　town；　and　Robert　was　standing　looking　out　of
  one　of　the　windows　in　the　gable…room。　　The　evening　was　closing　into
  night。　　He　hardly　knew　how　he　came　to　he　there；　but　when　he　thought
  about　it　he　found　it　was　play…Wednesday；　and　that　he　had　been　all
  the　half…holiday　trying　one　thing　after　another　to　interest　himself
  withhal；　but　in　vain。　　He　knew　nothing　about　east　winds；　but　not　the
  less　did　this　dreary　wind　of　the　dreary　March　world　prove　itself
  upon　his　soul。　　For　such　a　wind　has　a　shadow　wind　along　with　it；
  that　blows　in　the　minds　of　men。　　There　was　nothing　genial；　no　growth
  in　it。　　It　killed；　and　killed　most　dogmatically。　　But　it　is　an　ill
  wind　that　blows　nobody　good。　　Even　an　east　wind　must　bear　some
  blessing　on　its　ugly　wings。　　And　as　Robert　looked　down　from　the
  gable；　the　wind　was　blowing　up　the　street　before　it　half…a…dozen
  footfaring　students　from　Aberdeen；　on　their　way　home　at　the　close　of
  the　session；　probably　to　the　farm…labours　of　the　spring。
  This　was　a　glad　sight；　as　that　of　the　returning　storks　in　Denmark。
  Robert　knew　where　they　would　put　up；　sought　his　cap；　and　went　out。
  His　grandmother　never　objected　to　his　going　to　see　Miss　Napier；　it
  was　in　her　house　that　the　weary　men　would　this　night　rest。
  It　was　not　without　reason　that　Lord　Rothie　had　teased　his　hostess
  about　receiving　foot…passengers；　for　to　such　it　was　her　invariable
  custom　to　make　some　civil　excuse；　sending　Meg　or　Peggy　to　show　them
  over　the　way　to　the　hostelry　next　in　rank；　a　proceeding　recognized
  by　the　inferior　hostess　as　both　just　and　friendly；　for　the　good
  woman　never　thought　of　measuring　The　Star　against　The　Boar's　Head。
  More　than　one　comical　story　had　been　the　result　of　this　law　of　The
  Boar's　Head；　unalterable　almost　as　that　of　the　Medes　and　Persians。
  I　say　almost；　for　to　one　class　of　the　footfaring　community　the
  official　ice　about　the　hearts　of　the　three　women　did　thaw；　yielding
  passage　to　a　full　river　of　hospitality　and　generosity；　and　that　was
  the　class　to　which　these　wayfarers　belonged。
  Well　may　Scotland　rejoice　in　her　universities；　for　whatever　may　be
  said　against　their　systemI　have　no　complaint　to　makethey　are
  divine　in　their　freedom：　men　who　follow　the　plough　in　the　spring　and
  reap　the　harvest　in　the　autumn；　may；　and　often　do；　frequent　their
  sacred　precincts　when　the　winter　comesso　fierce；　yet　so
  welcomeso　severe；　yet　so　blessedopening　for　them　the　doors　to
  yet　harder　toil　and　yet　poorer　fare。　　I　fear；　however；　that　of　such
  there　will　be　fewer　and　fewer；　seeing　one　class　which　supplied　a
  portion　of　them　has　almost　vanished　from　the　countrythat　class
  which　was　its　truest；　simplest；　and　noblest　strengththat　class
  which　at　one　time　rendered　it　something　far　other　than　ridicule　to
  say　that　Scotland　was　pre…eminently　a　God…fearing　nationI　mean　the
  class　of　cottars。
  Of　this　class　were　some　of　the　footfaring　company。　　But　there　were
  others　of　more　means　than　the　men　of　this　lowly　origin；　who　either
  could　not　afford　to　travel　by　the　expensive　coaches；　or　could　find
  none　to　accommodate　them。　　Possibly　some　preferred　to　walk。　　However
  this　may　have　been；　the　various　groups　which　at　the　beginning　and
  close　of　the　session　passed　through　Rothieden　weary　and　footsore；
  were　sure　of　a　hearty　welcome　at　The　Boar's　Head。　And　much　the　men
  needed　it。　　Some　of　them　would　have　walked　between　one　and　two
  hundred　miles　before　completing　their　journey。
  Robert　made　a　circuit；　and；　fleet　of　foot；　was　in　Miss　Napier's
  parlour　before　the　travellers　made　their　appearance　on　the　square。
  When　they　knocked　at　the　door；　Miss　Letty　herself　went　and　opened
  it。
  'Can　ye　tak　's　in；　mem？'　was　on　the　lips　of　their　spokesman；　but
  Miss　Letty　had　the　first　word。
  'Come　in；　come　in；　gentlemen。　　This　is　the　first　o'　ye；　and　ye're
  the　mair　welcome。　　It's　like　seein'　the　first　o'　the　swallows。　　An'
  sic　a　day　as　ye　hae　had　for　yer　lang　traivel！'　she　went　on；　leading
  the　way　to　her　sister's　parlour；　and　followed　by　all　the　students；
  of　whom　the　one　that　came　hindmost　was　the　most　remarkable　of　the
  groupat　the　same　time　the　most　weary　and　downcast。
  Miss　Napier　gave　them　a　similar　welcome；　shaking　hands　with　every
  one　of　them。　　She　knew　them　all　but　the　last。　　To　him　she
  involuntarily　showed　a　more　formal　respect；　partly　from　his
  appearance；　and　partly　that　she　had　never　seen　him　before。　　The
  whisky…bottle　was　brought　out；　and　all　partook；　save　still　the　last。
  Miss　Lizzie　went　to　order　their　supper。
  'Noo；　gentlemen；'　said　Miss　Letty；　'wad　ony　o'　ye　like　to　gang　an'
  change　yer　hose；　and　pit　on　a　pair　o'　slippers？'
  Several　declined；　say