sole　proof　of　which　these　truths　admit；　a　man　must　grow　into　harmony
  with　them。　　If　there　are　no　such　things　he　cannot　become　conscious
  of　a　harmony　that　has　no　existence；　he　cannot　thus　deceive　himself；
  if　there　are；　they　must　yet　remain　doubtful　until　the　harmony
  between　them　and　his　own　willing　nature　is　established。　　The
  perception　of　this　harmony　is　their　only　and　incommunicable　proof。
  For　this　process　time　is　needful；　and　therefore　we　are　saved　by
  hope。　　Hence　it　is　no　wonder　that　before　another　half…hour　was　over；
  Ericson　was　asleep　by　Robert's　side。
  They　were　aroused　in　the　cold　gray　light　of　the　morning　by　the　blast
  of　Hector's　horn。　　Miss　St。　John　was　ready　in　a　moment。　　The　coach
  was　waiting　for　them　at　the　end　of　the　grassy　road　that　led　from　the
  house。　　Hector　put　them　all　inside。　　Before　they　reached　Rothieden
  the　events　of　the　night　began　to　wear　the　doubtful　aspect　of　a
  dream。　　No　allusion　was　made　to　what　had　occurred　while　Robert
  slept；　but　all　the　journey　Ericson　felt　towards　Miss　St。　John　as
  Wordsworth　felt　towards　the　leech…gatherer；　who；　he　says；　was
  like　a　man　from　some　far　region　sent；
  To　give　me　human　strength；　by　apt　admonishment。
  And　Robert　saw　a　certain　light　in　her　eyes　which　reminded　him　of　how
  she　looked　when；　having　repented　of　her　momentary　hardness　towards
  him；　she　was　ministering　to　his　wounded　head。
  CHAPTER　XVII。
  HOME　AGAIN。
  When　Robert　opened　the　door　of　his　grandmother's　parlour；　he　found
  the　old　lady　seated　at　breakfast。　　She　rose；　pushed　back　her　chair；
  and　met　him　in　the　middle　of　the　room；　put　her　old　arms　round　him；
  offered　her　smooth　white　cheek　to　him；　and　wept。　　Robert　wondered
  that　she　did　not　look　older；　for　the　time　he　had　been　away　seemed　an
  age；　although　in　truth　only　eight　months。
  'Hoo　are　ye；　laddie？'　she　said。　'I'm　richt　glaid；　for　I　hae　been
  thinkin'　lang　to　see　ye。　　Sit　ye　doon。'
  Betty　rushed　in；　drying　her　hands　on　her　apron。　　She　had　not　heard
  him　enter。
  'Eh　losh！'　she　cried；　and　put　her　wet　apron　to　her　eyes。　'Sic　a　man
  as　ye're　grown；　Robert！　　A　puir　body　like　me　maunna　be　speykin　to　ye
  noo。'
  'There's　nae　odds　in　me；　Betty；'　returned　Robert。
  ''Deed　but　there　is。　　Ye're　sax　feet　an'　a　hairy　ower；　I　s'
  warran'。'
  'I　said　there　was　nae　odds　i'　me；　Betty；'　persisted　Robert；
  laughing。
  'I　kenna　what　may　be　in　ye；'　retorted　Betty；　'but　there's　an　unco'
  odds　upo'　ye。'
  'Haud　yer　tongue；　Betty；'　said　her　mistress。　'Ye　oucht　to　ken　better
  nor　stan'　jawin'　wi'　young　men。　　Fess　mair　o'　the　creamy　cakes。'
  'Maybe　Robert　wad　like　a　drappy　o'　parritch。'
  'Onything；　Betty；'　said　Robert。　'I'm　at　deith's　door　wi'　hunger。'
  'Rin；　Betty；　for　the　cakes。　　An'　fess　a　loaf　o'　white　breid；　we
  canna　bide　for　the　parritch。'
  Robert　fell　to　his　breakfast；　and　while　he　atesomewhat
  ravenouslyhe　told　his　grandmother　the　adventures　of　the　night；　and
  introduced　the　question　whether　he　might　not　ask　Ericson　to　stay　a
  few　days　with　him。
  'Ony　frien'　o'　yours；　laddie；'　she　replied；　qualifying　her　words
  only　with　the　addition'gin　he　be　a　frien'。Whaur　is　he　noo？'
  'He's　up　at　Miss　Naper's。'
  'Hoots！　　What　for　didna　ye　fess　him　in　wi'　ye？Betty！'
  'Na；　na；　grannie。　　The　Napers　are　frien's　o'　his。　　We　maunna
  interfere　wi'　them。　　I'll　gang　up　mysel'　ance　I　hae　had　my
  brakfast。'
  'Weel；　weel；　laddie。　　Eh！　　I'm　blythe　to　see　ye！　　Hae　ye　gotten　ony
  prizes　noo？'
  'Ay　have　I。　I'm　sorry　they're　nae　baith　o'　them　the　first。　　But　I
  hae　the　first　o'　ane　an'　the　third　o'　the　ither。'
  'I　am　pleased　at　that；　Robert。　　Ye'll　be　a　man　some　day　gin　ye　haud
  frae　drink　an'　fraefrae　leein'。'
  'I　never　tellt　a　lee　i'　my　life；　grannie。'
  'Na。　I　dinna　think　'at　ever　ye　did。An'　what's　that　crater　Shargar
  aboot？'
  'Ow；　jist　gaein'　to　be　a　croon　o'　glory　to　ye；　grannie。　　He　vroucht
  like　a　horse　till　Dr。　Anderson　took　him　by　the　han'；　an'　sent　him　to
  the　schuil。　　An'　he's　gaein'　to　mak　something　o'　'im；　or　a'　be　dune。
  He's　a　fine　crater；　Shargar。'
  'He　tuik　a　munelicht　flittin'　frae　here；'　rejoined　the　old　lady；　in
  a　tone　of　offence。　'He　micht　hae　said　gude　day　to　me；　I　think。'
  'Ye　see　he　was　feart　at　ye；　grannie。'
  'Feart　at　me；　laddie！　　Wha　ever　was　feart　at　me？　　I　never　feart
  onybody　i'　my　life。'
  So　little　did　the　dear　old　lady　know　that　she　was　a　terror　to　her
  neighbourhood！simply　because；　being　a　law　to　herself；　she　would
  therefore　be　a　law　to　other　people；a　conclusion　that　cannot　be
  concluded。
  Mrs。　Falconer's　courtesy　did　not　fail。　　Her　grandson　had　ceased　to
  be　a　child；　her　responsibility　had　in　so　far　ceased；　her　conscience
  was　relieved　at　being　rid　of　it；　and　the　humanity　of　her　great　heart
  came　out　to　greet　the　youth。　　She　received　Ericson　with　perfect
  hospitality；　made　him　at　home　as　far　as　the　stately　respect　she
  showed　him　would　admit　of　his　being　so；　and　confirmed　in　him　the
  impression　of　her　which　Robert　had　given　him。　　They　held　many　talks
  together；　and　such　was　the　circumspection　of　Ericson　that；　not
  saying　a　word　he　did　not　believe；　he　so　said　what　he　did　believe；　or
  so　avoided　the　points　upon　which　they　would　have　differed　seriously；
  that　although　his　theology　was　of　course　far　from　satisfying　her；
  she　yet　affirmed　her　conviction　that　the　root　of　the　matter　was　in
  him。　　This　distressed　Ericson；　however；　for　he　feared　he　must　have
  been　deceitful；　if　not　hypocritical。
  It　was　with　some　grumbling　that　the　Napiers；　especially　Miss　Letty；
  parted　with　him　to　Mrs。　Falconer。　　The　hearts　of　all　three　had　so
  taken　to　the　youth；　that　he　found　himself　more　at　home　in　that
  hostelry　than　anywhere　else　in　the　world。　　Miss　Letty　was　the　only
  one　that　spoke　lightly　of　himshe　even　went　so　far　as　to　make
  good…natured　game　of　him　sometimesall　because　she　loved　him　more
  than　the　othersmore　indeed　than　she　cared　to　show；　for　fear　of
  exposing　'an　old　woman's　ridiculous　fancy；'　as　she　called　her
  predilection。'A　lang…leggit；　prood；　landless　laird；'　she　would
  say；　with　a　moist　glimmer　in　her　loving　eyes；　'wi'　the　maist
  ridiculous　feet　ye　ever　sawhardly　room　for　the　five　taes　atween
  the　twa！　　Losh！'
  When　Robert　went　forth　into　the　streets；　he　was　surprised　to　find
  how　friendly　every　one　was。　　Even　old　William　MacGregor　shook　him
  kindly　by　the　hand；　inquired　after　his　health；　told　him　not　to　study
  too　hard；　informed　him　that　he　had　a　copy　of　a　queer　old　book　that
  he　would　like　to　see；　&c。；　&c。　　Upon　reflection　Robert　discovered
  the　cause：　though　he　had　scarcely　gained　a　bursary；　he　had　gained
  prizes；　and　in　a　little　place　like　Rothiedenlong　may　there　be　such
  places！everybody　with　any　brains　at　all　took　a　share　in　the
  distinction　he　had　merited。
  Ericson　stayed　only　a　few　days。　　He　went　back　to　the　twilight　of　the
  north；　his　fishy　cousin；　and　his　tutorship　at　Sir　Olaf　Petersen's。
  Robert　accompanied　him　ten　miles　on　his　journey；　and　would　have
  gone　further；　but　that　he　was　to　play　on　his　violin　before　Miss　St。
  John　the　next　day　for　the　first　time。
  When　he　told　his　grandmother　of　the　appointment　he　had　made；　she
  only　remarked；　in　a　tone　of　some　satisfaction；
  'Weel；　she's　a　fine　lass；　Miss　St。　John；　and　gin　ye　tak　to　ane
  anither；　ye　canna　do　better。'
  But　Robert's　thoughts　were　so　different　from　Mrs。　Falconer's　that　he
  did　not　even　suspect　what　she　meant。　　He　no　more　dreamed　of　marrying
  Miss　St。　John　than　of　marrying　his　forbidden　grandmother。　　Yet　she
  was　no　loss　at　this　period　the　ruling　influence　of　his　life；　and　if
  it　had　not　been　for　the　benediction　of　her　presence　and　power；　this
  part　of　his　history　too　would　have　been　torn　by　inward　troubles。　　It
  is　not　good　that　a　man　should　batter　day　and　night　at　the　gate　of
  heaven。　　Sometimes　he　can　do　nothing　else；　and　then　nothing　else　is
  worth　doing；　but　the　very　noise　of　the　siege　will　sometimes　drown
  the　still　small　voice　that　calls　from　the　open　postern。　　There　is　a
  door　wide　to　the　jewelled　wall　not　far　from　any　one　of　us；　even　when
  he　least　can　find　it。
  Robert；　however；　notwithstanding　the　pedestal　upon　which　Miss　St。
  John　stood　in　his　worshipping　regard；　began　to　be　aware　that　his
  feeling　towards　her　was　losing　something　of　its　placid　flow；　and　I
  doubt　whether　Miss　St。　John　did　not　now　and　then　see　that　in　his
  face　which　made　her　tremble　a　little；　and　doubt　whether　she　stood　on
  safe　ground　with　a　youth　just　waking　into　manhoodtremble　a　little；
  not　for　herself；　but　for　him。　　Her　fear　would　have　found　itself　more
  than　justified；　if　she　had　surprised　him　kissing　her　glove；　and　then
  replacing　it　where　he　had　found　it；　with　the　air　of　one　consciously
  guilty　of　presumption。
  Possibly　also　Miss　St。　John　may　have　had　to　confess　to　herself　that
  had　she　not　had　her　history　already；　and　been　ten　years　his　senior；
  she　might　have　found　no　little　attraction　in　the　noble　bearing　and
  handsome　face　of　young