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'It was just that he seemed so good to ye like our Father in heaven, I thought; and I thought that mebbe, perhaps, we had all been wrong about him from the first. But I'll have to tell Mr. M'Brair; I'm under a kind of a bargain to him to tell him all. 'Tell it to the divil if ye like for me! cried the lass. 'I've naething to be ashamed of.
But me! na, deil haet o' me! 'She is penitent at least, says M'Brair. 'Do you mean to actually up and tell me to my face that she accused me? cried the curate. 'I canna just say that, replied M'Brair. 'But I rebuked her in the name of God, and she repented before me on her bended knees. 'Weel, I daursay she's been ower far wi' the dragoons, said Haddo. 'I never denied that.
'There is nae Bible in your study, said M'Brair severely. And Haddo, after a few distracted turns, was constrained to accept the fact. 'Weel, and suppose there isna? he cried, stamping. 'What mair can ye say of us, but just that I'm fond of my joke, and so's she? I declare to God, by what I ken, she might be the Virgin Mary if she would just keep clear of the dragoons.
Tell M'Brair to mind his ain affairs, she cried again: 'they'll be hot eneugh for him, if Haddie likes! And so strode off, shoving her beasts before her, and ever and again looking back and crying angry words to the boy, where he stood mystified. By the time he had got home his mind was made up that he would say nothing to his mother.
For the conventicles, let be! and the same for yon solemn fule, M'Brair: I can blink at them. But she's got to come to the kirk, Montroymont. 'Dinna speak of it, says the laird. 'I can do nothing with her. 'Couldn't ye try the stick to her? it works wonders whiles, suggested Haddo. 'No? I'm wae to hear it. And I suppose ye ken where you're going? 'Fine! said Montroymont.
And at this, with more agility than could have been expected, he got clear of the room and slammed the door behind him in the face of the pursuing curate. The next Lord's day the curate was ill, and the kirk closed, but for all his ill words, Mr. M'Brair abode unmolested in the house of Montroymont.
"It was just that he seemed so good to ye like our Father in heaven, I thought; and I thought that mebbe, perhaps, we had all been wrong about him from the first. But I'll have to tell Mr. M'Brair; I'm under a kind of a bargain to him to tell him all." "Tell it to the divil if ye like for me!" cried the lass. "I've naething to be ashamed of.
Tell M'Brair to mind his ain affairs," she cried again: "they'll be hot eneugh for him, if Haddie likes!" And so strode off, shoving her beasts before her, and ever and again looking back and crying angry words to the boy, where he stood mystified. By the time he had got home his mind was made up that he would say nothing to his mother.
I ken naething by it. 'Man, you but show your nakedness the more plainly, said M'Brair. 'Poor, blind, besotted creature and I see you stoytering on the brink of dissolution: your light out, and your hours numbered. Awake, man! he shouted with a formidable voice, 'awake, or it be ower late.
I ken naething by it." "Man, you but show your nakedness the more plainly," said M'Brair. "Poor, blind, besotted creature and I see you stoytering on the brink of dissolution: your light out, and your hours numbered. Awake, man!" he shouted with a formidable voice, "awake, or it be ower late."