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'The queston's been speirt afore and answert. 'And what's the answer til't? ''At yer neebour's jist whaever lies neist ye i' need o' yer help. Gien ye read the tale o' the guid Sameritan wi' ony sort o' gumption, that's what ye'll read intil 't and noucht else. The man or wuman ye can help, ye hae to be neebour til. 'I want to help you. 'Ye canna help me. I'm in no need o' yer help.
I may say THAT, for I belang til't my sel'. But what pairt o' 't ran ye frae whan ye cam awa'?" "I ran frae nae pairt, but I cam frae hame i' the north pairt o' that same," answered Cosmo, and bent again to his work. The man came a step nearer, and Cosmo, without looking up, was aware he was regarding him intently.
"Bell's to marry me," explained Sanders. "But but what does Sam'l say?" "He's willin'," said Sanders. "And Bell?" "She's willin', too. She prefers't." "It is unusual," said the minister. "It's a' richt," said Sanders. "Well, you know best," said the minister. "You see the hoose was taen, at ony rate," continued Sanders. "An I'll juist ging in til't instead o' Sam'l." "Quite so."
She burst into tears. He tried to soothe and comfort her, but in struggling not to cry she only sobbed the worse. At last, however, she succeeded in faltering out an explanation. "Auntie's been tellin me that I maun luik to my hert, so as no to tyne't to ye a'thegither! But it's awa a'ready," she went on, with a fresh outburst, "and it's no manner o' use cryin til't to come back to me.
"An' I wad fain ken what ye'll say til't, for ye never wad alloo o' kelpies; an' there's me been followed by a sure ane, this last half-hoor or it may be less!" "Hoo kenned ye it was a kelpie it's maist as dark's pick?" "Kenned! quo' he? Didna I hear the deevil ahin' me the tramp o' a' the fower feet o' 'im, as gien they had been fower an' twinty!"
"And syne no to haud my face til't! Isy, I hae been a scoonrel til ye! I'm that disgustit at mysel 'at I canna luik ye i' the face!" "Ye didna ken whaur I was! I ran awa that naebody micht ken." "What rizzon was there for onybody to ken? I'm sure ye never tellt!" Isy went to the door and called Maggie. James stared after her, bewildered.
All the time he had not missed a single stroke of his hammer on the benleather between it and his lapstone. When she rejoined Cosmo, where he stood leaning his back against the wind in the middle of the road, "Come nae farther, Aggie," he said. "It's an ill nicht, an' grows waur. There's nae guid in't naither, for we winna hear ane anither speyk ohn stoppit, an' turnt oor backs til't.
"I canna be a'thegither certain I un'erstan'," answered his wife; "but I'll keep thinkin aboot it, and maybe I'll come til't!" "I can desire no more," answered James, "for until the Lord lat ye see a thing, hoo can you or I or onybody see the thing that he maun see first! And what is there for us to desire, but to see things as God sees them, and would hae us see them?
We war sittin', auntie Jean an' mysel', i' the mids o' the room, no wi' oor backs til the bed, nor yet wi' oor faces, for we daurna turn aither o' them til't. I' the ae case, wha cud tell what we micht see, an' i' the ither, wha cud tell what micht be luikin' at hiz!
But there's nae law, I trow, that makes it a sin to ken where ither folles siller is, if we didna pit hand til't oursell?" Oldbuck walked once or twice up and down the room in profound thought, endeavouring to find some plausible reason for transactions of a nature so mysterious but his ingenuity was totally at fault. He then placed himself before the prisoner.
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