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"I'm sorry to say, mem, 'at I canna," he answered. "I promised Maister Graham to tak the schule for him, an' lat him gang." "Weel, weel! Mr Graham's obleeged to ye, nae doobt, an' we canna help it. Gie my compliments to yer gran'father." "I'll du that, mem. He'll be sair pleased, for he's unco gratefu' for ony sic attention," said Malcolm, and with the words took his leave.
There's ane or twa great men, I daursay whiles comes doon frea Lon'on, to smell hoo he's gettin' on wi' 's stinks, but deil a neebor comes nigh the hoose. Ow, he's a great man, I mak nae doobt, awa' frae hame!
What I am to du wantin' her! 'What for dinna ye get yer ain back? 'I haena the siller, man. And, forbye, I doobt I wadna be that sair content wi' her noo gin I had her. I used to think her gran'. But I'm clean oot o' conceit o' her. That bonnie leddy's ta'en 't clean oot o' me. 'But ye canna hae her aye, ye ken, Sanders. She's no mine. She's my grannie's, ye ken.
"Hoot, Rob!" he said roughly as he entered, "I thoucht ye had mair sense! What's broucht ye here at sic a time?" But as he spoke he held out his snuff-box to the old man. "Fell needcessity, sir," answered Robert, taking a good pinch. "Necessity!" retorted the farmer. "Was ye oot o' meal?" "Oot o' dry meal, I doobt, by this time, sir," replied Robert. "Hoots! It's jist clean ridic'lous.
"As to the un'erstan'in' o' them, laird, I mak nae doobt," returned Grizzie; "an' as little 'at he's o' the wrang side o' the wa' this time." "Na, Grizzie for he's upo' MY side o' 't, an' walcome." "He's jist as walcome, naither mair nor less, to the path I made wi' my ain feet throuw the rouchest pleughed lan' I ever crossed."
She hoped, however, that now he would contrive to get this part over as quickly as possible, for which, in the morning, she would, she said, show him cogent reasons. "I ha'e no feelin's mysel', as ye weel ken, laddie," she remarked in conclusion, "an' I doobt, gien I had been i' your place, I wad na hae luikit to a' sides o' the thing at ance as ye hae dune.
An' gin ye mak ither thrippence a week oot o' that, ye'll be turnin' the wather that He sent to ca my mill into your dam; an' I doot it'll play ill water wi' your wheels." "Hoot, hoot! Tibbie, woman! It gangs sair against me to appear to be hard-hertit." "I hae nae doobt. Ye dinna want to appear sae.
"In sic case," returned Malcolm, "the auld man 'ill hear a' aboot it the meenit he wins there; an' I mak nae doobt he'll du his best to perswaud himsel'." "But what if he shouldn't get there?" persisted Mrs Courthope, in pure benevolence. "Hoot toot, mem! I wonner to hear ye! A Cawmill latten in, and my gran'father hauden oot!
'For ae thing, resumed Robert, after a pause, during which he had been pondering upon the possibilities of Shargar's future 'for ae thing, I doobt whether Dr. Anderson wad hae ta'en ony fash aboot ye, gin he hadna thocht ye had the makin' o' a gentleman i' ye. 'Eh, man! said Shargar. He stood up again, sat down again, and was finally silent. Next day Robert went to see Dr.
"An' I doobt she wadna be far wrang." "Ony gait, she kens nae mair aboot you nor ye ken aboot the maister. Ca' ye a man wha cares for naething in h'aven or in earth but the wull o' 's Creator ca' ye sic a man no speeritual? Jist gang ye till 'im, an' maybe he'll lat in a glent upo' ye 'at 'll astonish ye." "He's taen unco little enterest in onything 'at was gaein' on."
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