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His appearance was greeted with shouts, into which Duncan struck with a paean from his pipes; but in the midst of the tumult, one of the oldest of the fishermen stood up, and in a voice accustomed to battle with windy uproars, called for silence. He then addressed their host. "Ye'll jist mak 's prood by drinkin' a tum'ler wi' 's, yer lordship," he said.
'A gude-hertit crater, but ye cudna lippen till him. 'Speyk nae ill o' the deid. Maybe they'll hear ye, and turn roon' i' their coffins, and that'll whumle you i' your beds, said MacGregor, with a twinkle in his eye. 'Ring the bell for anither tum'ler, Sampson, said the chairman. 'What'll be dune wi' that factory place, noo? It'll be i' the market? 'It's been i' the market for mony a year.
"Noo, Sir George," she said, "jist gang up to my room an' hae a wash, an' pit on the sark ye'll see lyin' upo' the bed; syne come doon an' hae yer tum'ler comfortable." George's whole soul was bent upon his drink, but he obeyed as if she had been twice his mother.
It wad gar ye believe it was a' richt, and time for anither tum'ler, whan it's twal o'clock, an' the kirkyaird fowk thinkin' aboot risin'. Fegs, I had a watch o' my father's, an' I regairdit it wi' a reverence mair like a human bein': the second time it played me that pliskie, I dang oot its guts upo' the loupin'-on-stane at the door o' the chop. But lat the watch sit: whaur's the wife?
"It was the drink," rejoined Malcolm; "an' eh sir! afore ye rise frae that bed, sweir to the great God 'at ye'll never drink nae mair drams, nor onything 'ayont ae tum'ler at a sittin'." "I sweir't; I sweir't, Ma'colm!" cried the factor. "It's easy to sweir't noo, sir, but whan ye're up again it'll be hard to keep yer aith.
But the sort of whilk we noo speak, are a waur sort a'thegither; for they come to the inside o' yer hoose, o' yer verra chaumer, an' hing oot their lang lugs to hear what ye carena to be hard save by a dooce frien' or twa ower a het tum'ler. At the same moment the door opened, and a man entered, who was received with unusual welcome. 'Bless my sowl! said the president, rising; 'it's Mr. Lammie!
"Waiter a-hoy!" shouted Captain Bluenose sternly, on hearing this. "Yes-sir." "Bring me a tumbler o' gin and a pot o' cold water." "Tum'ler o' gin sir an' a por o' col' wa'r, sir? Yes sir." The waiter stopped suddenly and turned back. "Mixed, sir?" "No, not mixed, sir," replied Bluenose, with a look and tone of withering sarcasm; "contrairywise, wery much separated."
"It was the drink," rejoined Malcolm; "an' eh, sir, afore ye rise frae that bed sweir to the great God 'at ye'll never drink nae mair drams, nor onything 'ayont ae tum'ler at a sittin'." "I sweir 't, I sweir 't, Ma'colm!" cried the factor. "It's easy to sweir 't noo, sir, but whan ye're up again it'll be hard to keep yer aith.
The butler did as he was tauld, an' set doon the decanter, an' a glaiss aside it; but the prence bannt him jist fearfu', an' ordert him to tak awa that playock, and fess a tum'ler. "I'm thinkin', my lord, that maun be a modern touch," remarked Malcolm here, interrupting himself: "there wasna glaiss i' thae times was there?" "What do I know!" said the marquis. "Go on with your story."
The whole company rose likewise, using their endeavour to persuade him to go home. 'Duv ye think I'm drunk, sirs? I'll lat ye ken I'm no drunk. I hae a wull o' mine ain yet. Am I to gang hame wi' a lassie to haud me oot o' the gutters? Gin ye daur to alloo that I'm drunk, ye ken hoo ye'll fare, for de'il a fit 'll I gang oot o' this till I hae anither tum'ler.
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