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I'll scroll the disposition in nae time." "Dinna speak o't, sir," replied Dumbiedikes, "or I'll fling the stoup at your head. But, Jock, lad, ye see how the warld warstles wi' me on my deathbed be kind to the puir creatures, the Deanses and the Butlers be kind to them, Jock. Dinna let the warld get a grip o' ye, Jock but keep the gear thegither! and whate'er ye do, dispone Beersheba at no rate.
I'll scroll the disposition in nae time." "Dinna speak o't, sir," replied Dumbiedikes, "or I'll fling the stoup at your head. But, Jock, lad, ye see how the warld warstles wi' me on my deathbed be kind to the puir creatures, the Deanses and the Butlers be kind to them, Jock. Dinna let the warld get a grip o' ye, Jock but keep the gear thegither! and whate'er ye do, dispone Beersheba at no rate.
But there's ae thing," he said, sinking his voice "there's ae fearful thing hings about my heart, and an anker of brandy winna wash it away. The Deanses at Woodend! I sequestrated them in the dear years, and now they are to flit, they'll starve and that Beersheba, and that auld trooper's wife and her oe, they'll starve they'll starve! Look out, Jock; what kind o' night is't?"
But there's ae thing," he said, sinking his voice "there's ae fearful thing hings about my heart, and an anker of brandy winna wash it away. The Deanses at Woodend! I sequestrated them in the dear years, and now they are to flit, they'll starve and that Beersheba, and that auld trooper's wife and her oe, they'll starve they'll starve! Look out, Jock; what kind o' night is't?"
"Oh, far prettier is Effie than Jeanie," said Mrs. Glass; "though it is long since I saw her mysell, but I hear of the Deanses by all my Lowden friends when they come your Grace kens we Scots are clannish bodies." "So much the better for us," said the Duke, "and the worse for those who meddle with us, as your good old-fashioned sign says, Mrs. Glass.
"Begging your Grace's humble pardon," said Mrs. Glass, "it is a pity to trouble yourself about them; the Deanses are wealthy people in their way, and the lass has money in her pocket." "That's all very true," said the Duke; "but you know, where MacCallummore travels he pays all; it is our Highland privilege to take from all what we want, and to give to all what they want."
"He has blessed mine errand," said his daughter, rising from her knees, "and it is borne in upon my mind that I shall prosper." So saying, she left the room. Mrs. Saddletree looked after her, and shook her head. "I wish she binna roving, poor thing There's something queer about a' thae Deanses. I dinna like folk to be sae muckle better than other folk seldom comes gude o't.
"He has blessed mine errand," said his daughter, rising from her knees, "and it is borne in upon my mind that I shall prosper." So saying, she left the room. Mrs. Saddletree looked after her, and shook her head. "I wish she binna roving, poor thing There's something queer about a' thae Deanses. I dinna like folk to be sae muckle better than other folk seldom comes gude o't.
"Oh, far prettier is Effie than Jeanie," said Mrs. Glass; "though it is long since I saw her mysell, but I hear of the Deanses by all my Lowden friends when they come your Grace kens we Scots are clannish bodies." "So much the better for us," said the Duke, "and the worse for those who meddle with us, as your good old-fashioned sign says, Mrs. Glass.
"Begging your Grace's humble pardon," said Mrs. Glass, "it is a pity to trouble yourself about them; the Deanses are wealthy people in their way, and the lass has money in her pocket." "That's all very true," said the Duke; "but you know, where MacCallummore travels he pays all; it is our Highland privilege to take from all what we want, and to give to all what they want."
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