now and then with this same Roland Græme, it was not that I cared a brass bodle for his bennison or malison either, but only because I respected my master's blood. And who can answer, if Mary come in again, whether he may not be as stout a tree to lean to as ever his brother hath proved to us? For down goes the Earl of Murray when the Queen comes by her own again; and good is his luck if he can keep the head on his own shoulders. And down goes our Knight, with the Earl, his patron; and who so like to mount into his empty saddle as this same Father Ambrose? The Pope of Rome can soon dispense with his vows, and then we should have Sir Edward the soldier, instead of Ambrose the priest."

Resentment and astonishment kept Mrs Lilias silent, while her old friend, in his self-complacent manner, was making known to her his political speculations. At length her resentment found utterance in words of great ire and scorn. "What,

Master Wingate? have you eaten my mistress's bread, to say nothing of my master's, so many years, that you could live to think of her being dispossessed of her own Castle of Avenel, by a wretched monk who is not a drop's blood to her in the way of relation? I, that am but a woman, would try first whether my rock or his cowl were the better metal. Shame on you, Master Wingate! If I

had not held you as so old an acquaintance, this should have gone to my lady's ears, though I had been called pick-thank and tale-pyet for my pains, as when I told of Roland Græme shooting the wild swan."

Master Wingate was somewhat dismayed at perceiving, that the detail which he had given of his far-sighted political views had produced on his hearer rather suspicion of his fidelity, than admiration of his wisdom, and endeavoured, as hastily as possible, to apologize and to explain, although internally extremely offended at the unreasonable view, as he deemed it, which it had pleased Mistress Lilias Bradbourne to take of his expressions; and mentally convinced that her disapprobation of his sentiments arose solely out of the consideration, that though Father Ambrose, supposing him to become the master of the Castle, would certainly require the services of a steward, yet those of a waiting-woman would, in the supposed circumstances, be altogether superfluous.

After his explanation had been received as explanations usually are, the two friends separated; Lilias to attend the silver whistle which called her to her mistress's chamber, and the sapient majordomo to the duties of his own department. They parted with less than their usual degree of reverence and regard; for the steward felt that his worldly

wisdom was rebuked by the more disinterested attachment of the waiting-woman, and Mistress Lilias Bradbourne was compelled to consider her old friend as something little, if any thing, better than a time-server.

CHAPTER VII.

When I hae a saxpence under my thumb,
Then I get credit in ilka town;

But when I am poor, they bid me gae bye,
O poverty parts good company.

Old Song.

WHILE the departure of the page afforded subject for the conversation which we have detailed in our last chapter, the late favourite was far advanced on his solitary journey, without well knowing what was its object, or what was likely to be its end. He had rowed the skiff in which he left the Castle, to the side of the lake most distant from the village, with the desire of escaping from the notice of the inhabitants. His pride whispered, that he would be, in his discarded state, only the subject of their wonder and compassion; and his generosity told him, that any mark of sympathy which his situation should excite, might be unfavourably reported at the Castle. A trifling incident convinced him he had little to fear for his friends on the latter score. He was met by a young man some years

older than himself, who had on former occasions been but too happy to be permitted to share in his sports in the subordinate character of his assistant. Ralph Fisher approached to greet him with all the alacrity of an humble friend.

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What, Master Roland, abroad on this side, and without either hawk or hound ?"

"Hawk or hound," said Roland, "I will never perhaps hollo to again. I have been dismissedthat is, I have left the Castle.”

Ralph was surprised. "What! you are to pass into the knight's service, and take the black jack and the lance ?"

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Indeed," replied Roland Græme, “ I am not -I am now leaving the service of Avenel for ever." "And whither are you going then ?" said the young peasant.

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Nay, that is a question which it craves time to answer-I have that matter to determine yet," replied the disgraced favourite.

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Nay, nay," said Ralph,

"I warrant you it is the same to you which way you go-my lady would not dismiss you till she had put some lining into the pouches of your doublet."

"Sordid slave!" said Roland Græme, "doest thou think I would have accepted a boon from one who was giving me over a prey to detraction and to ruin, at the instigation of a canting priest and a meddling serving-woman? The bread that I had