He meant Mr Graham, the late schoolmaster of Portlossie, whom the
charge of heretical teaching had driven from the place.
"We canna weel du that till we hear whaur he is. The last time Miss
Horn h'ard frae him, he was changin' his lodgin's, an' ye see the
kin' o' a place this Lon'on is," answered Malcolm.
As soon as Peter was gone, to return to the boat, Malcolm dressed
himself in his kilt and its belongings, and when it was fairly dusk,
took his pipes under his arm, and set out for Portland Place. He
had the better hope of speedy success to his plan, that he fancied
he had read on his sister's lips, in the silent communication that
passed between her and her friend in the crowd, the words come and
tomorrow. It might have been the merest imagination, yet it was
something: how often have we not to be grateful for shadows! Up
and down the street he walked a long time, without seeing a sign
of life about the house. But at length the hall was lighted. Then
the door opened, and a servant rolled out a carpet over the wide
pavement, which the snow had left wet and miry--a signal for the
street children, ever on the outlook for sights, to gather. Before
the first carriage arrived, there was already a little crowd of
humble watchers and waiters about the gutter and curb stone.
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