48 THE SILVER FOX 



" Sure isn't that what Fm tellin' him, but 

 what himself says that it*s bechuxt the two 

 o' thim. God help the crayture, ye wouldn't 

 like to be listening to him." Mrs. Quin 

 wiped her eyes and groaned ; " maybe your 

 honour would spake a word to him, or 

 maybe" — she turned a crafty eye on Slaney 

 — " ye'd spake a word to Mr. Glashgow, 

 maybe he wouldn't ax to take any more 

 gravel out o' the hill if it was your honour 

 told him the way Tom is." 



The opportunity of speaking to Mr. 

 Glasgow did not come as soon as Slaney had 

 expected. He had given her to understand, 

 in the ambiguous special manner with which 

 he chose to beguile her, that he would meet 

 her at afternoon service, and walk home 

 with her; till the second lesson the special 

 manner was ample guarantee, then the 

 ambiguity began to suggest itself to her 

 memory. She walked home with Uncle 

 Charles, and listened for the twentieth time 

 to his reprobation of the Canon's popish 

 practice of turning to the east during the 



