seven o'clock
`` Oh , '' cried the young man , `` we have no faith in that quarter -- a mere get-up ; but we 're looking about for her , notwithstanding . '' `` Well , tell your master that Meg Davidson was last seen on the Muir of Rannoch , and that the Highlanders in that outlandish quarter , having never seen white mice before , are in a state of perfect amazement . '' A bolt at some other person left the clerk probably in as great amazement as the Highlanders ; but our man of the law did not stop to see the extent of it . All his avocations , however , did not prevent the coming round of that seven o'clock on Wednesday evening , which he had appointed as the hour of meeting with the woman on whom his hopes of saving his client almost altogether rested . He was at his desk at the hour , and the woman , no doubt eager for the phenomenon of the `` louping ee , '' was as true as the time itself . The writer locked the door of his office , and drawing her as near him as possible , inquired first whether any knew she was in town . `` Deil are , '' she replied ; `` naebody cares for me ony mair than I were an auld glandered spavin , ready for the knackers . ''