"That will doubtless be much to the advantage of Keith's manners," laughed the other, "but scarce to the furtherance of your safety!  Now, I ride to Harrow to-night--why will you not bear me company and lie at my house, and so travel into the country for a while.  On my honour, Keith is a dangerous man," he continued, seeing that Richard's expression of careless contempt did not change.  "Every one of us at court finds his new seat so slippery that he dare not wag a finger for fear of being upset--and I know none there who dare meddle with my Lord Lauderdale's favourite.  He can tell such a cursed lot of tales of us all and what we did in Edinburgh in the days when we were all saints and went to meeting!"