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Every
one
did
not
share
this
.
There
seemed
to
be
an
inner
circle
in
the
parish
which
was
linked
together
by
some
private
bond
.
He
began
to
guess
at
its
membership
by
the
eyes
.
Some
looked
him
frankly
in
the
face
,
and
these
were
not
always
the
best
reputed
.
Amos
Ritchie
,
the
blacksmith
,
for
instance
-
-
he
was
a
profane
swearer
,
and
was
sometimes
overtaken
in
drink
-
-
and
the
farmer
of
Reiverslaw
had
,
in
addition
to
the
latter
failing
,
a
violent
temper
,
which
made
him
feared
and
hated
.
Yet
these
two
faced
him
like
free
men
.
But
there
were
others
,
whose
speech
was
often
the
most
devout
,
who
seemed
to
have
shutters
drawn
over
their
eyes
and
to
move
stealthily
on
tiptoe
.
Woodilee
was
amazingly
well
-
conducted
,
and
the
Poor
Box
received
the
scantiest
revenue
in
penalties
.
Apart
from
the
lawless
births
in
the
winter
,
there
were
few
apparent
backslidings
.
David
rarely
met
young
lads
and
lasses
at
their
hoydenish
courtings
in
the
gloamings
.
Oaths
were
never
heard
,
and
if
there
was
drunkenness
it
was
done
in
secret
.
Not
often
was
a
Sabbath
-
breaker
before
the
Session
,
and
there
were
no
fines
for
slack
attendance
at
the
kirk
.
But
as
David
watched
the
people
thronging
to
service
on
the
Sabbath
,
the
girls
in
their
clean
linen
,
walking
barefoot
and
only
putting
on
shoes
at
the
kirkyard
gate
,
the
men
in
decent
homespun
and
broad
bonnets
,
the
old
wives
in
their
white
mutches
-
-
as
he
looked
down
from
the
pulpit
on
the
shoulders
bent
with
toil
,
the
heavy
features
hardened
to
a
stiff
decorum
,
the
eyes
fixed
dully
on
his
face
-
-
he
had
the
sense
that
he
was
looking
on
masks
.
The
real
life
of
Woodilee
was
shut
to
him
.
"
Ye
are
my
people
,
"
he
told
himself
bitterly
,
"
and
I
know
ye
not
.
"
This
was
not
true
of
all
.
He
knew
the
children
,
and
there
were
certain
of
the
older
men
and
women
in
the
parish
who
had
given
him
their
friendship
.
Peter
Pennecuik
,
his
principal
elder
and
session
-
clerk
,
he
felt
that
he
knew
to
the
bottom
-
-
what
little
there
was
to
know
,
for
the
man
was
a
sanctimonious
egotist
.
With
Amos
Ritchie
and
Reiverslaw
,
too
,
he
could
stand
as
man
with
man
.
.
.
.
But
with
many
of
the
others
he
fenced
as
with
aliens
;
the
farmers
,
for
example
,
Chasehope
and
Mirehope
and
Nether
Fennan
,
and
Spotswood
the
miller
,
and
various
elderly
herds
and
hinds
,
and
the
wives
of
them
.
Above
all
,
he
was
no
nearer
the
youth
of
the
parish
than
when
first
he
came
.
The
slouching
hobbledehoy
lads
,
the
girls
,
some
comely
and
high
-
coloured
,
some
waxen
white
-
-
they
were
civil
and
decent
,
but
impenetrable
.
There
were
moments
when
he
found
himself
looking
of
a
Sabbath
at
his
sober
respectable
folk
as
a
hostile
body
,
who
watched
him
furtively
lest
he
should
learn
too
much
of
them
.
.
.
.
Woodilee
had
an
ill
name
in
the
shire
,
Mr
.
Fordyce
had
told
him
the
first
day
in
the
manse
.
For
what
?
What
was
the
life
from
which
he
was
so
resolutely
barred
-
-
he
,
their
minister
,
who
should
know
every
secret
of
their
souls
?
What
was
behind
those
shuttered
eyes
?
Was
it
fear
?
He
thought
that
there
might
be
fear
in
it
,
but
that
more
than
fear
it
was
a
wild
and
sinister
expectation
.
On
the
last
day
of
April
he
noted
that
Isobel
was
ill
at
ease
.
"
Ye
’
ll
be
for
a
daunder
,
sir
,
"
she
said
after
the
midday
meal
.
"
See
and
be
hame
in
gude
time
for
your
supper
-
-
I
’
ve
a
rale
guid
yowe
-
milk
kebbuck
[
cheese
]
for
ye
,
and
a
new
bakin
’
o
’
cakes
-
-
and
I
’
ll
hae
the
can
’
les
lichtit
in
your
chamber
for
you
to
get
to
your
books
.
"
He
smiled
at
his
housekeeper
.
"
Why
this
carefulness
?
"
he
said
.
She
laughed
uneasily
.
"
Naething
by
ordinar
.
But
this
is
the
day
they
ca
’
the
Rood
-
Mass
and
the
morn
is
the
Beltane
,
and
it
behoves
a
’
decent
bodies
to
be
indoors
at
the
darkenin
’
on
Beltane
’
s
Eve
.
My
faither
was
a
bauld
man
,
but
he
wadna
have
stirred
a
fit
over
his
ain
doorstep
on
the
night
o
’
Rood
-
Mass
for
a
king
’
s
ransom
.
There
’
s
anither
Beltane
on
the
aucht
day
of
May
,
and
till
that
’
s
by
we
maun
walk
eidently
.
"
"
Old
wives
’
tales
,
"
he
said
.
