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Mr
.
Fordyce
smiled
wanly
.
"
I
daresay
you
’
re
in
the
right
.
But
what
a
tangle
for
an
honest
man
!
You
’
ve
taken
the
high
road
,
Mr
.
David
,
and
I
must
keep
jogging
along
the
low
road
,
for
there
’
s
but
the
two
of
them
.
A
man
must
either
jouk
and
let
the
jaw
go
bye
,
as
the
owercome
says
,
or
he
must
ride
the
whirlwind
.
I
have
been
given
the
lown
downsetting
,
where
I
can
nourish
my
own
soul
and
preach
Christ
to
the
best
of
my
power
,
and
let
the
great
matters
of
Kirk
and
State
pass
me
,
as
a
man
hears
the
blast
when
he
sits
by
his
fireside
.
It
is
for
stronger
spirits
like
you
to
set
your
face
to
the
storm
.
Alack
and
alas
,
I
’
m
no
fierce
Elijah
to
break
down
the
temples
of
Baal
,
and
I
’
m
no
John
Knox
to
purge
the
commonwealth
of
Israel
.
If
you
go
forward
in
God
’
s
name
,
my
dear
young
man
,
you
’
ll
have
a
hard
road
to
travel
,
but
you
’
ll
have
the
everlasting
arms
to
support
you
.
.
.
.
But
oh
,
sir
,
see
that
you
fight
in
the
Lord
’
s
strength
,
and
not
in
your
own
.
Cultivate
a
meek
and
contrite
spirit
,
for
I
suspect
that
there
is
a
good
leaven
of
the
old
Adam
in
your
heart
.
"
"
That
’
s
a
true
word
.
There
’
s
an
unregenerate
heat
of
temper
in
me
at
which
I
often
tremble
.
"
"
And
you
must
keep
your
walk
and
conversation
most
pure
and
circumspect
.
Let
there
be
no
cause
of
reproach
against
you
save
what
comes
from
following
your
duty
.
"
Mr
.
Fordyce
hesitated
a
little
.
"
There
was
word
of
another
count
in
Mr
.
Mungo
’
s
complaint
anent
you
.
.
.
.
Wasna
there
some
tale
of
a
woman
?
"
David
laughed
.
"
The
Queen
of
the
Fairies
,
Mr
.
Muirhead
says
,
though
he
does
not
believe
in
her
.
.
.
.
I
have
a
confession
to
make
to
you
,
Mr
.
James
,
which
I
would
make
to
no
other
ear
.
I
have
met
with
a
lady
in
the
Wood
,
for
indeed
she
was
engaged
with
me
in
the
same
errand
of
mercy
.
I
had
met
with
her
before
that
,
and
I
count
the
days
till
I
may
meet
with
her
again
.
It
is
one
whom
you
know
-
-
Katrine
Yester
.
"
"
Mistress
Katrine
!
"
Mr
.
Fordyce
cried
out
.
"
The
young
lassie
from
Calidon
.
Mr
.
David
,
Mr
.
David
,
is
this
not
a
queer
business
for
a
minister
of
the
Kirk
?
Forbye
that
she
is
of
a
house
that
is
none
too
friendly
to
our
calling
-
-
though
far
be
it
for
me
to
deny
her
Christian
graces
-
-
forbye
that
,
I
say
,
she
is
of
the
high
gentrice
.
What
kind
of
wife
would
she
be
for
a
poor
Gospel
preacher
?
"
"
Oh
,
man
,
there
’
s
no
question
of
wife
.
You
make
me
blush
to
hear
you
.
The
lady
would
never
think
of
me
any
more
than
an
eagle
would
mate
with
a
throstle
.
But
a
minister
is
a
man
like
the
lave
[
rest
]
,
and
this
one
is
most
deeply
in
love
,
though
he
has
not
the
thousandth
part
of
a
hope
.
There
’
s
no
shame
in
an
honest
love
,
which
was
a
blessing
given
to
man
by
God
’
s
own
self
in
Eden
.
"
"
It
’
s
a
matter
I
ken
little
of
,
"
said
Mr
.
Fordyce
shyly
.
"
Me
and
Annie
have
been
that
long
wedded
that
we
’
ve
forgot
what
our
wooing
was
like
.
She
wasna
by
-
ordinar
in
looks
,
I
mind
,
but
she
had
a
bonny
voice
,
and
she
had
mense
and
sense
and
a
fine
hand
for
making
apple
jeely
.
.
.
.
Mistress
Katrine
!
You
fly
high
,
David
,
but
I
wouldna
say
-
-
I
wouldna
say
.
.
.
.
Anyway
you
’
ve
a
well
-
wisher
in
me
.
.
.
.
But
Katrine
Yester
!
"
