no occasion for any exercise of valour, as I expect to conduct you to good and friendly quarters."
"Good quarters, my lord," replied the soldier, "are always acceptable, and are only to be postponed to good pay or good booty, not to mention the honour of a cavalier, or the needful points of commanded duty. And truly, my lord, your noble proffer is not the less welcome, in that I knew not preceesely this night where I and my poor companion (patting his horse) were to find lodgments."
"May I be permitted to ask, then," said Lord Menteith, "to whom I have the good fortune to stand quarter-master?"
"Truly, my lord," said the trooper, "my name is Dalgetty—Dugald Dalgetty, Ritt-master Dugald Dalgetty of Drumthwacket, at your honourable service to command. It is a name you may have seen in Gallo Belgicus, the Swedish Intelligencer, or, if you read High-Dutch, in the Fliegendien Merceur of Leipsic. My
