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Liz sprang up at once, and favoured the old miser with a gracious nod by way of farewell. 'Guid-nicht to ye, then, an' mind what I've said. I was in deid earnest, an' I'm richt, as ye'll maybe live to prove. An' mind that there's ower wee a pickle angels in Glesca for the ither kind, and we'd better tak' care o' what we hae.
And this is no' yin o' the skimpy kind; it's fine and fussy and soft ... Here, did the Lord send Miss Jean a present?... I doot he's aff for guid. Weel, weel, guid-nicht." With a heightened colour Jean said good-night to her guests, separated Mhor from his train, and sent him with Jock to bed. As she went upstairs, Bella Bathgate's words rang in her ears dismally: "I doot he's aff for guid."
The truth is, it was the fault of the Intelligence Department that nearly wrecked us, and it was McNeill's prudence and our pluck that saved us, and yet these quill-drivers at home bah!" The soldier rose in hot indignation and strode from the room. "He's a wee thing roosed!" remarked Sutherland, with a good-humoured yet slightly cynical grin. "But guid-nicht to ye, ma man.
Juist at this meenit Aleck aff wi' Sandy's coat syne he but the hoose wi' him an' garred him shove his airms ower the heid in his mither's floor pock. It deidened the pain in a wink, an' efter a whilie we got the airms rowed up. I cudna gae ben to bid the ither fowk guid-nicht, my hert was that sair; an' Sandy was hingin' his heid like a sick dog.
A slow smile, in which there was the faintest touch of sarcasm, was in Teen's face as she glanced at the tawdry figure sitting on the fender end. 'A' richt; I'll tell her. An' guid-nicht to ye; I'm very much obleeged, she said, and, taking Liz's tin box in her hand, she left a trifle hastily, as if afraid she should be longer detained.
My poor beasties, ye 'll want your rest; and there's no place like bed for missie hersel'. 'You 'd best go to your own bed, too, Duncan, called Hollyhock after him. 'You are a very impertinent old man, and getting past your work. 'Past my work, am I, now? Aweel, ye 'll see! Guid-nicht, miss. I bear no malice, although I pity the poor maister.
'I needna ask for you; I see you are flourishin'. Hoo's the auld folk? I say, here's my car. Guid-nicht. She would have darted from him, but he gripped her by the arm. 'You won't go, Liz, till I know where and how you are living. I have the right to ask. Come home with me. Liz was surprised, arrested, and the car, with its noisy jingle, swept round the corner. 'Hame wi' you! she repeated.
Guid-nicht to ye, missie; guid-nicht. Bed's the richt place for ye. I 'm sorry that Magsie 's no here to cuddle ye a bit. 'Thanks; I'm glad she's gone. I hate her, said Hollyhock. 'Ay, said the old man, coming close to the child and looking into her eyes. 'Isn't it a wee bit o' the de'il ye hae in ye the nicht, wi' your talkin' o' hatin' them that luves ye! Come, doggies; come.
One of the audience watched their movements, and left the hall immediately behind them by another door. As they moved along the busy street some one touched Liz on the shoulder, and Gladys felt her hand tremble as it lay on her arm. 'I maun say guid-nicht here, Gladys, she said hurriedly, and her cheeks were aflame. 'I'm vexed ye didna like the play. I meant it weel. Ye'll see her hame, Teen?
The potatoes were burning, and T'nowhead had an invitation on his tongue. "Yes, I'll hae to be movin'," said Sanders, hopelessly, for the fifth time. "Guid-nicht to ye, then, Sanders," said Lisbeth. "Gie the door a fling-to ahent ye." Sanders, with a mighty effort, pulled himself together. He looked boldly at Bell, and then took off his hat carefully.
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