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Crookit Caumill was a very human creature, and hadn't a fault but the drink, Miss Napier said. And very little of that he would have had if she had been as active as she was willing. 'What's the maitter, Caumill? asked Robert, in considerable alarm. 'Ow, naething, sir, returned Campbell. 'What gars ye look like that, than? insisted Robert. 'Ow, naething.
'I beg yer lordship's pardon. Caumill! Yer lordship never said ye wanted yer lordship's horse ta'en. I thocht ye micht be gaein' on to The Bothie. Tak' Black Geordie here, Caumill. Come in to the parlour, my lord. 'How d'ye do, Miss Naper? said Lord Rothie, as he entered the room.
'Are thae a' ae body's? asked Robert. 'Troth are they. They're a' hers, I wat. Ye wad hae thocht she had been gaein' to The Bothie; but gin she had been that, there wad hae been a cairriage to meet her, said Crookit Caumill, the ostler.
The Bothie was the name facetiously given by Alexander, Baron Rothie, son of the Marquis of Boarshead, to a house he had built in the neighbourhood, chiefly for the accommodation of his bachelor friends from London during the shooting-season. 'Haud yer tongue, Caumill, said the shoemaker. 'She's nae sic cattle, yon. Maybe he'll mak' something o't.
Half-an-hour after that, Crookit Caumill was shown into the ga'le-room with the message to Maister Robert that Maister Ericson was come, and wanted to see him. Robert pitched Hutton's Mathematics into the grate, sprung to his feet, all but embraced Crookit Caumill on the spot, and was deterred only by the perturbed look the man wore.
He canna lay 's finger on onything o' mine but my servan' lass, cried the weaver, slapping his thigh-bone for there was little else to slap. Meg, at the moment, was taking her exit-glance. She went straight to Miss Napier. 'Willie MacGregor's had eneuch, mem, an' a drappy ower. 'Sen' Caumill doon to Mrs. MacGregor to say wi' my compliments that she wad do weel to sen' for him, was the response.
But whan Miss Letty cried doon the close upo' me, she had her awpron till her een, an' I thocht something bude to be wrang; but I hadna the hert to speir. Robert darted to the door, and rushed to the inn, leaving Caumill describing iambi on the road behind him. When he reached The Boar's Head there was nobody to be seen. He darted up the stair to the room where he had first waited upon Ericson.
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