We've all cot our fery own names, only in pad
tays, my laty, we ton't aalways know which tey are exactly; but we
aal know which we are each other, and we get on fery coot without
the names. We lay tem py with our Sappath clothes for a few tays,
and they come out ta fresher and ta sweeter for keeping ta Sappath
so long, my laty. And now she'll pe playing you ta coronach of
Clenco, which she was make herself for her own pipes."
"I want to know first what Malcolm's real name is," persisted Lady
Florimel.
"Well, you see, my laty," returned Duncan, "some people has names
and does not know them; and some people hasn't names, and will pe
supposing they haf."
"You are talking riddles, Mr MacPhail, and I don't like riddles,"
said Lady Florimel, with an offence which was not altogether
pretended.
"Yes surely--oh, yes! Call her Tuncan MacPhail, and neither more
or less, my laty--not yet," he returned, most evasively.
"I see you won't trust me," said the girl, and rising quickly, she
bade him goodnight, and left the cottage.
Duncan sat silent for a few minutes, as if in distress: then slowly
his hand went out feeling for his pipes, wherewithal he consoled
himself till bedtime.
Having plumed herself upon her influence with the old man, believing
she could do anything with him she pleased, Lady Florimel was
annoyed at failing to get from him any amplification of a hint in
itself sufficient to cast a glow of romance about the youth who
had already interested her so much.
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