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"Ye see, my lord gien it be sae I maun ca' ye, an' Ma'colm seems to ken we're like by oorsel's for the present, an' we're but a rouch set o' fowk for such like 's yer lordship to haud word o' mou' wi'; but gien it wad please ye to come ower the gait ony time i' the evenin', an' tak yer share o' what's gauin', ye sud be walcome, an' we wad coont it a great honour frae sic 's yer lordship."
Wauk up, Lizzy," she went on, in her eagerness waiting for no answer: "Ma'colm's gauin' to tell 's the tale o' the auld castel o' Colonsay. It's oot by yon'er, my leddy no that far frae the Deid Heid. Wauk up, Lizzy." "I'm no sleepin', Annie," said Lizzy, "though, like Ma'colm's auld man," she added with a sigh, "I wad whiles fain be."
When he had ended the tale of what had come to his knowledge, and how it had come, and paused: "Gie's a grup o' yer han', my lord," said Blue Peter, "an' may God haud ye lang in life an' honour to reule ower us. Noo, gien ye please, what are ye gauin' to du?" "Tell ye me, Peter, what ye think I oucht to du."
"I'm gauin' ower to the toon to buy a feow hanks o' worset to weyve a pair o' stockins to my man. Guid day to ye, Janet. What neist, I won'er?" she added to herself as she left the house. "The wuman's clean dementit!" The moment she was gone, Janet caught up her broom again, and went spying about over the roof ceiling there was none after long tangles of agglomerated cobweb and smoke.
I doobt, O Lord, ye're gauin' to damn me dreidfu'. What guid that'll do ye, O Lord, I dinna ken, but I doobtna ye'll dee what's richt, only I wuss I hed never crossed ye i' yer wull. I kenna what I'm to dee, or what's to be deene wi' me, or whaur ony help's to come frae. I hae tried an' tried to maister the drink, but I was aye whumled.
An' sae whan the airemite, as the auld minister ca'd him, though what for he ca'd a muckle block like yon an airy mite, I'm sure I never cud fathom whan he gat up, as I was sayin', an' cam' foret wi' his han' oot, she gae a scraich 'at jist garred my lugs dirl, an' doon she drappit, an' there, whan I ran up, was she lyin' i' the markis his airms, as white 's a cauk eemege, an' it was lang or he brought her till hersel', for he wadna lat me rin for the hoosekeeper, but sent me fleein' to the f'untain for watter, an' gied me a gowd guinea to haud my tongue aboot it a'. Sae noo, my leddy, ye're forewarnt, an' no ill can come to ye, for there's naething to be fleyt at whan ye ken what's gauin' to meet ye."
Tak hert, man; the Maister wadna hae his men be cooards." "Ye're richt, Janet; ye're aye richt," answered Robert, and rose. She followed him into the passage. "Whaur are ye gauin', Robert?" she said. "I wuss I cud tell ye," he answered. "I'm jist hungerin' to be my lane. I wuss I had never left Glashgar. There's aye room there. Or gien I cud win oot amo' the rigs!
"Guid preserve 's, sir! And is this the first ye hae h'ard o't?" "The very first." "An' what are ye gauin' to do?" "Appear, of course." "An' what 'll ye say to them?" "I shall answer their questions." "They 'll condemn ye!" "I do not doubt it." "An' what neist?" "I shall have to leave Scotland, I suppose." "Sir, it 's awfu'."
"Sanna!" she repeated contemptuously. Then, with a sudden change of her tone to one of would be friendliness "But what'll ye be seekin' for that bit sawmon trooty, man?" she said. As she spoke she approached his basket, and would have taken the fish in her hands, but Malcolm involuntarily drew back. "It's gauin' to the Hoose to my lord's brakfast," he said.
Then she told him a great deal about Gibbie and his father. "An' noo," remarked Donal, "he'll be thinkin' 't a' ower again, as he rins aboot the toon this verra meenute, luikin' for me!" "Dinna ye trible yersel' aboot him," said the woman. "He kens the toon as weel's ony rottan kens the drains o' 't. But whaur div ye pit up?" she added, "for it's time dacent fowk was gauin' to their beds."
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