A miserable hut gave him an opportunity to execute his purpose.  He found out the door with no small difficulty, and for some time knocked without producing any other answer than a duet between a female and a cur-dog, the latter yelping as if he would have barked his heart out, the other screaming in chorus.  By degrees the human tones predominated; but the angry bark of the cur being at the instant changed into a howl, it is probable something more than fair strength of lungs had contributed to the ascendency.

‘Sorrow be in your thrapple then!’ these were the first articulate words, ‘will ye no let me hear what the man wants, wi’ your yaffing?’

‘Am I far from Kippletringan, good dame?’

‘Frae Kippletringan!!!’ in an exalted tone of wonder, which we can but faintly express by three points of admiration.  ’Ow, man! ye should hae hadden eassel to Kippletringan; ye maun gae back as far as the whaap, and baud the whaap till ye come to Ballenloan, and then—­’

’This will never do, good dame! my horse is almost quite knocked up; can you not give me a night’s lodgings?’

’Troth can I no; I am a lone woman, for James he’s awa to Drumshourloch Fair with the year-aulds, and I daurna for my life open the door to ony o’ your gang-there-out sort o’ bodies.’

’But what must I do then, good dame? for I can’t sleep here upon the road all night.’

’Troth, I kenna, unless ye like to gae down and speer for quarters at the Place.  I’se warrant they’ll tak ye in, whether ye be gentle or semple.’

‘Simple enough, to be wandering here at such a time of night,’ thought Mannering, who was ignorant of the meaning of the phrase; ‘but how shall I get to the place, as you call it?’

‘Ye maun baud wessel by the end o’ the loan, and take tent o’ the jaw-hole.’

’O, if ye get to eassel and wessel again, I am undone!  Is there nobody that could guide me to this Place?  I will pay him handsomely.’

The word pay operated like magic.  ‘Jock, ye villain,’ exclaimed the voice from the interior, ’are ye lying routing there, and a young gentleman seeking the way to the Place?  Get up, ye fause loon, and show him the way down the muckle loaning.  He’ll show you the way, sir, and I’se warrant ye’ll be weel put up; for they never turn awa naebody frae the door; and ye’ll be come in the canny moment, I’m thinking, for the laird’s servant—­that’s no to say his body-servant, but the helper like—­rade express by this e’en to fetch the houdie, and he just staid the drinking o’ twa pints o’ tippenny to tell us how my leddy was ta’en wi’ her pains.’

‘Perhaps,’ said Mannering, ’at such a time a stranger’s arrival might be inconvenient?’

’Hout, na, ye needna be blate about that; their house is muckle eneugh, and decking time’s aye canty time.’