So fill up
here with good advice. Do not be too blate, {25} and for God's
sake do not try to be too forward; nothing acts you worse. I am
"Your affectionate friend and governess,
"BARBARA GRANT."
I wrote a word of answer and compliment on a leaf out of my
pocketbook, put it in with another scratch from Catriona, sealed
the whole with my new signet of the Balfour arms, and despatched it
by the hand of Prestongrange's servant that still waited in my
boat.
Then we had time to look upon each other more at leisure, which we
had not done for a piece of a minute before (upon a common impulse)
we shook hands again.
"Catriona?" said I. It seemed that was the first and last word of
my eloquence.
"You will be glad to see me again?" says she.
"And I think that is an idle word," said I. "We are too deep
friends to make speech upon such trifles."
"Is she not the girl of all the world?" she cried again. "I was
never knowing such a girl so honest and so beautiful."
"And yet she cared no more for Alpin than what she did for a kale-
stock," said I.
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