"
"Very well, sir."
"Unless you should suspect, or ascertain, that it is some person on
behalf of Miss Gourlay; and even then, mark, I am very ill indeed, and
you do not think me able to speak to any one; but will come in and see."
"Yes, sir; certainly sir."
"There, then, that will do."
The priest, on leaving the baronet's residence, was turning his steps
toward the hotel in which the stranger had put up, when his messenger to
Constitution Hill approaching put his hand to his hat, and respectfully
saluted him.
"I beg your pardon, sir," said he, "and I am sorry, now that I know who
you are, for the trouble you got into."
"Thank you, my friend," said the priest; "I felt it wouldn't signify,
knowing in my conscience that I was no robber. In the meantime, I got
one glimpse of your metropolitan life, as they call it, and the Lord
knows I never wish to get another. Troth, I was once or twice so
confounded with the noise and racket, that I thought I had got into
purgatory by mistake."
"Tut, sir, that's nothing," replied Skipton; "we were very calm and
peaceable this morning; but with respect to that baronet, he's a
niggardly fellow.
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