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"I'll fling him doon the stair. Here's doctor eneuch!" he added, looking at Alec. "Gie me half a glaiss, nate." "Never a glaiss nor glaiss sall ye hae frae my han', Mr Cupples. It wad be the deid o' ye. And guid faith! it was the only wise-like thing they did. Fess the twa halves o' 't, Mr Forbes, an' lat him see 't wi' the een o' misbelief."
What for no, sir." "It's a good way to see a lady across the Thames and know her again." "Ow! but I tuik the spy glaiss till her," answered Davy, reddening. "You are sure of her, then?" "I am that, sir." "Then come with me, and I will show you where she lives. I will not ride faster than you can run. But mind you don't look as if you belonged to me." "Na, na, sir. There's fowk takin' nottice."
"Ye camna to the Mains to tell them there what kin' o' wather it wis!" "I cam whaur I cud win," answered the woman; "an' for my wull, that's naething to naebody noo it's no as it was ance though, gien I cud get it, there micht be mair nor me the better for't. An' sae as ye wad gang the len'th o' a glaiss o' whusky " "Ye s' get nae whusky here," interrupted Jean, with determination.
"We're no far frae there," says I an' deed I can hardly tell ye, Robert, what garred me say sae, but I jist wantit to ken what that gentleman-brither o' mine was efter; "tak the horse hame," says I "I'll jist loup upo' Black Geordie an' we'll hae a glaiss thegither. I'll stan' treat." Sae he gae me the bridle, an' I lap on. The deevil tried to get a moufu' o' my hip, but, faith!
One evening Shargar was later than usual in coming home from the walk, or ramble rather, without which he never could settle down to his work. He knocked at Robert's door. 'Whaur do ye think I've been, Robert? 'Hoo suld I ken, Shargar? answered Robert, puzzling over a problem. 'I've been haein' a glaiss wi' Jock Mitchell. 'Wha's Jock Mitchell? 'My brither Sandy's groom, as I tellt ye afore.
For a few moments they regarded in silence the shining mound, where, like an altar of sacrifice, it smoked with light and colour. The eyes of the old man as he looked seemed at once to sparkle with pleasure, and quail with some kind of fear. He turned to Cosmo and said, "Cosmo, are they what they luik?" "What luik they, father?" asked Cosmo. "Bonny bits o' glaiss they luik," answered the old man.
But, troth to tell, whan ye see live fowk sae gien ower to the boady,'at they're never happy but whan they're aitin' or drinkin' or sic like an' the auld captain was seldom throu' wi' his glaiss,'at he wasna cryin' for the whisky or the het watter for the neist whan the boady's the best half o' them, like, an' they maun aye be duin' something wi' 't, ye needna won'er 'at the ghaist o' ane sic like sud fin' himsel' geyan eerie an' lonesome like, wantin' his seck to fill, an' sae try to win back to hae a luik hoo it was weirin'."
"Ay, sometimes whan it's auld." "One would think you were talking about wine! Does age improve poetry as well?" "I ken naething aboot wine, my leddy. Miss Horn gae me a glaiss the ither day, an' it tastit weel, but whether it was merum or mixtum, I couldna tell mair nor a haddick.
I took a lesson frae Jeck the giant-killer, wi' the Welsh giant was 't Blunderbore they ca'd him? an' poored the maist o' my glaiss doon my breist. It wasna like ink; it wadna du my sark ony ill. 'But what garred ye gang wi' 'im at a'? He wasna fit company for a gentleman. 'A gentleman 's some saft gin he be ony the waur o' the company he gangs in till. There may be rizzons, ye ken.
Up comes the lass, and says I, 'Bell, lat's hae a kettlefu' o' het water. And to mak' a lang story short, I could never want het water sin syne. For I hadna drunken aboon a twa glaiss, afore the past began to revive as gin ye had come ower't wi' a weet sponge.
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