 cove: it wad hae been a fashious job that - by my certie, some o'
our necks wad hae been ewking.«
    They now came to a place where the gallery was enlarged into a small circle,
sufficient to contain a stone seat. A niche, constructed exactly before it,
projected forward into the chancel, and as its sides were latticed, as it were,
with perforated stonework, it commanded a full view of the chancel in every
direction, and was probably constructed, as Edie intimated, to be a convenient
watch-tower, from which the superior priest, himself unseen, might watch the
behaviour of his monks, and ascertain, by personal inspection, their punctual
attendance upon those rites of devotion which his rank exempted him from sharing
with them. As this niche made one of a regular series which stretched along the
wall of the chancel, and in no respect differed from the rest when seen from
below, the secret station, screened as it was by the stone figure of St. Michael
and the dragon, and the open tracery around the niche, was completely hid from
observation. The private passage, confined to its pristine breadth, had
originally continued beyond this seat; but the jealous precautions of the
vagabonds who frequented the cave of St. Ruth had caused them to build it
carefully up with hewn stones from the ruin.
    »We shall be better here,« said Edie, seating himself on the stone bench,
and stretching the lappet of his blue gown upon the spot, when he motioned Lovel
to sit down beside him - »we shall be better here than doun below; the air's
free and mild, and the savour of the wallflowers, and siccan shrubs as grow on
thae ruined wa's, is far mair refreshing than the damp smell doun below yonder.
They smell sweetest by night-time thae flowers, and they're maist aye seen about
ruined buildings. Now, Maister Lovel, can ony o' you scholars gie a gude reason
for that?«
    Lovel replied in the negative.
    »I am thinking,« resumed the beggar, »that they'll be like mony folk's gude
gifts, that often seem maist gracious in adversity - or maybe it's a parable, to
teach us no to slight them that are in the darkness of sin and the decay of
tribulation, since God sends odours to refresh the mirkest hour, and flowers and
pleasant bushes to clothe the ruined buildings. And now I wad like a wise man to
tell me whether Heaven is maist pleased wi' the sight we are looking
