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'Only think, said Mrs. Mac-Candlish, 'what a hard heart he maun hae had, to think o' hurting the poor young gentleman in the very presence of the leddy he was to be married to! 'O, Mrs. Mac-Candlish, said Glossin, 'there's been many cases such as that on the record; doubtless he was seeking revenge where it would be deepest and sweetest.
The stranger took two or three turns round the room in silence, but signed to Mrs. Mac-Candlish not to leave it. 'Did I rightly apprehend, he said, 'that the estate of Ellangowan is in the market? 'In the market?
Mac-Candlish, bent on baffling his inquiries, 'I canna charge my memory about the matter; there's mair to do in a house like this, I trow, than to look after passengers' hair, or their een, or noses either. 'Then, Mrs.
Mac-Candlish? Plenty of company, I suppose? 'Pretty weel, sir, but I believe I am wanted at the bar. 'No, no; stop one moment, cannot you, to oblige an old customer? Pray, do you remember a remarkably tall young man who lodged one night in your house last week? 'Troth, sir, I canna weel say; I never take heed whether my company be lang or short, if they make a lang bill.
"And what did the stranger say when you told him all this?" said Glossin. "Only think," said Mrs. Mac-Candlish, "what a hard heart he maun hae had, to think o' hurting the poor young gentleman in the very presence of the leddy he was to be married to!" "Oh, Mrs.
Mac-Candlish, whose proclamation of Sampson's disinterested attachment to the young lady had procured him this indefatigable and bounteous scholar. Mac-Morlan was much struck with what he heard.
Glossin immediately went, for the purpose of interrogating our old acquaintance, Mrs. Mac-Candlish. The reader may remember that Mr. Glossin did not, according to this good woman's phrase, stand high in her books. She therefore attended his summons to the parlour slowly and reluctantly, and, on entering the room, paid her respects in the coldest possible manner.
But if he really shot young Hazlewood But I canna think it, Mr. Ye'll he for having a horning or a caption after him." "I see you have no confidence in me, Mrs. Mac-Candlish; but look at these declarations, signed by the persons who saw the crime committed, and judge yourself if the description of the ruffian be not that of your guest."
"What we are now to deliver, my brethren, hem hem, I mean, my good friends, was not done in a corner, and may serve as an answer to witch-advocates, atheists, and misbelievers of all kinds. "Aweel I wot there's something in that," said Mrs. Mac-Candlish; "I've kenn'd him order her twa' glasses o' brandy in this very house." "Aweel, gudewife, then the less I lee.
It was, then, in the month of November, about seventeen years after the catastrophe related in the last chapter, that, during a cold and stormy night, a social group had closed around the kitchen-fire of the Gordon Arms at Kippletringan, a small but comfortable inn kept by Mrs. Mac-Candlish in that village.
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