For what is the great glory o' God
but that, though no man can comprehen' him, he comes doon, an' lays
his cheek til his man's, an' says til him, 'Eh, my cratur!'"
While the cobbler was thus talking, they had gone the length of the
avenue, and were within less than two trees of the door of the
fruit-garden, when it opened, and was hurriedly shut again--not,
however, before Donal had caught sight, as he believed, of the form
of Eppy. He called her by name, and ran to the door, followed by
Andrew: the same suspicion had struck both of them at once! Donal
lifted the latch, and would have opened the door, but some one held
it against him, and he heard the noise of an attempt to push the
rusty bolt into the staple. He set his strength to it, and forced
the door open. Lord Forgue was on the other side of it, and a little
way off stood Eppy trembling. Donal turned away from his lordship,
and said to the girl,
"Eppy, here's your grandfather come to see you!"
The cobbler, however, went up to lord Forgue.
"You're a young man, my lord," he said, "an' may regard it as folly
in an auld man to interfere between you an' your wull; but I warn
ye, my lord, excep' you cease to carry yourself thus towards my
granddaughter, his lordship, your father, shall be informed of the
matter. Eppy, you come home with me."
"I will not," said Eppy, her voice trembling with passion, though
which passion it were hard to say; "I am a free woman.
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