The young girl seemed rather to linger behind as her companion went up the steps towards a certain door and rang the bell; and her eyes were still downcast as she followed him across the hall and into an ante-room. When the footman came back with the message that his lordship was disengaged and would see Mr. Bethune, and when he was about to show the way upstairs, the girl hung back, and said, with almost a piteous look--
"Not at all," the old man answered, impatiently. "Not at all. Come along!"
There were two persons in this large and lofty room on the first floor; but just as the visitors arrived at the landing, one of these withdrew and went and stood at a front window, where he could look down into the street. The other--a youngish-looking man, with clear eyes and a pleasant smile--remained to receive his guests; and if he could not help a little glance of surprise--perhaps at the unusual costume of his chief visitor, or perhaps because he had not expected the young lady--there was at all events nothing but good-nature in his face.
"My granddaughter, Maisrie, Lord Musselburgh," the old man said, by way of introduction, or explanation.
The young nobleman begged her to be seated; she merely thanked him, and moved away a little distance, to a table on which were some illustrated books; so that the two men were left free to talk as they chose.
"Well now, that seems a very admirable project of yours, Mr. Bethune," Lord Musselburgh said, in his frank and off-hand way. "There's plenty of Scotch blood in my own veins, as you know; and I am glad of any good turn that can be done to poor old Scotland. I see you are not ashamed of the national garb."
"You remember what was said on a famous occasion," the old man made answer, speaking methodically and emphatically, and with a strong northern accent, "and I will own that I hoped your lordship's heart would 'warm to the tartan.' For it is a considerable undertaking, after all. The men are scattered; and their verses are scattered; but, scattered or no scattered, there is everywhere and always in them the same sentiment--the sentiment of loyalty and gratitude and admiration for the land of the hills and the glens. And surely, as your lordship says, it is doing a good turn to poor old Scotland to show the world that wherever her sons may be--in Canada, in Florida, out on the plains, or along the Californian coast--they do not forget the mother that bore them--no, but that they are proud of her, and think always of her, and regard her with an undying affection and devotion."