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nderful merry pair； they seemed； and when Francie had crawled out of the hag； he had a great deal to consider in his mind。 It was possible they were all fallen in error about Mr。 Haddo； he reflected … having seen him so tender with Montroymont； and so kind and playful with the lass Janet； and he had a temptation to go out of his road and question her herself upon the matter。 But he had a strong spirit of duty on him； and plodded on instead over the braes till he came near the House of Cairngorm。 There； in a hollow place by the burnside that was shaded by some birks； he was aware of a barefoot boy； perhaps a matter of three years older than himself。 The two approached with the precautions of a pair of strange dogs； looking at each other queerly。
'It's ill weather on the hills；' said the stranger； giving the watchword。
'For a season；' said Francie； 'but the Lord will appear。'
'Richt；' said the barefoot boy； 'wha're ye frae？'
'The Leddy Montroymont；' says Francie。
'Ha'e； then！' says the stranger； and handed him a folded paper； and they stood and looked at each other again。 'It's unco het；' said the boy。
'Dooms het；' says Francie。
'What do they ca' ye？' says the other。
'Francie；' says he。 'I'm young Montroymont。 They ca' me Heathercat。'
'I'm Jock Crozer；' said the boy。 And there was another pause； while each rolled a stone under his foot。
'Cast your jaiket and I'll fecht ye for a bawbee；' cried the elder boy with sudden violence； and dramatically throwing back his jacket。
'Na； I've nae time the now；' said Francie； with a sharp thrill of alarm； because Crozer was much the heavier boy。
'Ye're feared。 Heathercat indeed！' said Crozer； for among this infantile army of spies and messengers； the fame of Crozer had gone forth and was resented by his rivals。 And with that they separated。
On his way home Francie was a good deal occupied with the recollection of this untoward incident。 The challenge had been fairly offered and basely refused： the tale would be carried all over the country； and the lustre of the name of Heathercat be dimmed。 But the scene between Curate Haddo and Janet M'Clour had also given him much to think of： and he was still puzzling over the case of the curate； and why such ill words were said of him； and why； if he were so merry… spirited； he should yet preach so dry； when coming over a knowe； whom should he see but Janet； sitting with her back to him； minding her cattle！ He was always a great child for secret； stealthy ways； having been employed by his mother on errands when the same was necessary； and he came behind the lass without her hearing。
'Jennet；' says he。
'Keep me；' cries Janet； springing up。 'O； it's you； Maister Francie！ Save us； what a fricht ye gied me。'
'Ay； it's me；' said Francie。 'I've been thinking； Jennet； I saw you and the curate a while back … '
'Brat！' cried Janet； and coloured up crimson； and the one moment made as if she would have stricken him with a ragged stick she had to chase her bestial with； and the next was begging and praying that he would mention it to none。 It was 'naebody's business； whatever；' she said； 'it would just start a clash in the country'； and there would be nothing left for her but to drown herself in Dule Water。
'Why？' says Francie。
The girl looked at him and grew scarlet again。
'And it isna that； anyway；' continued Francie。 'It was just that he seemed so good to ye … like our Father in heaven； I thought； and I thought that mebbe； perhaps； we had all been wrong about him from the first。 But I'll have to tell Mr。 M'Brair； I'm under a kind of a bargain to him to tell him all。'
'Tell it to the divil if ye like for me！' cried the lass。 'I've naething to be ashamed of。 Tell M'Brair to mind his ain affairs；' she cried again： 'they'll be hot eneugh for him； if Haddie likes！' And so strode off； shoving her beasts before her； and ever and again looking back and crying angry words to the boy； where he stood mystified。
By the time he had got home his mind was made up that he would say nothing to his mother。 My Lady Montroymont was in the keeping…room； reading a godly book； she was a wonderful frail little wife to make so much noise in the world and be able to steer about that patient sheep her husband； her eyes were like sloes； the fingers of her hands were like tobacco… pipe shanks； her mouth shut tight like a trap； and even when she was the most serious； and still more when she was angry； there hung about her face the terrifying semblance of a smile。
'Have ye gotten the billet； Francie said she； and when he had handed it over； and she had read and burned it； 'Did you see anybody？' she asked。
'I saw the laird；' said Francie。
'He didna see you； though？' asked his mother。
'Deil a fear；' from Francie。
'Francie！' she cried。 'What's that I hear？ an aith？ The Lord forgive me； have I broughten forth a brand for the burning； a fagot for hell…fire？'
'I'm very sorry； ma'am；' said Francie。 'I humbly beg the Lord's pardon； and yours； for my wickedness。'
'H'm；' grunted the lady。 'Did ye see nobody else？'
'No； ma'am；' said Francie； with the face of an angel； 'except Jock Crozer； that gied me the billet。'
'Jock Crozer！' cried the lady。 'I'll Crozer them！ Crozers indeed！ What next？ Are we to repose the lives of a suffering remnant in Crozers？ The whole clan of them wants hanging； and if I had my way of it； they wouldna want it long。 Are you aware； sir； that these Crozers killed your forebear at the kirk…door？'
'You see； he was bigger 'n me；' said Francie。
'Jock Crozer！' continued the lady。 'That'll be Clement's son； the biggest thief and reiver in the country…side。 To trust a note to him！ But I'll give the benefit of my opinions to Lady Whitecross when we two forgather。 Let her look to herself！ I have no patience with half…hearted carlines； that complies on the Lord's day morning with the kirk； and comes taigling the same night to the conventicle。 The one or the other！ is what I say： hell or heaven … Haddie's abominations or the pure word of God dreeping from the lips of Mr。 Arnot；
'〃Like honey from the honeycomb That dreepeth； sweeter far。〃'
My lady was now fairly launched； and that upon two congenial subjects： the deficiencies of the Lady Whitecross and the turpitudes of the whole Crozer race … which； indeed； had never been conspicuous for respectability。 She pursued the pair of them for twenty minutes on the clock with wonderful animation and detail； something of the pulpit manner； and the spirit of one possessed。 'O hellish compliance！' she exclaimed。 'I would not suffer a complier to break bread with Christian folk。 Of all the sins of this day there is not one so God…defying； so Christ…humiliating； as damnable compliance'： the boy standing before her meanwhile； and brokenly pursuing other thoughts； mainly of Haddo and Janet； and Jock Crozer stripping off his jacket。 And yet； with all his distraction； it might be argued that he heard too much： his father and himself being 'compliers' … that is to say； attending the church of the parish as the law requi