CHAPTER V.

The wind blew keen frae north and east; It blew upon the floor. Quo' our goodman to our goodwife, "Get up and bar the door." "My hand is in my housewife-skep, Goodman, as ye may see; If it shouldna be barr'd this hundred years, It's no be barr'd for me!" _Old Song._ We can only hope that the gentle reader has not found the latter part of the last chapter extremely tedious; but, at any rate, his impatience will scarce equal that of young Mordaunt…