Sit ye doon, sir; ye'll no see Gibbie the day again." "Is there no means of getting at him, my good woman?" said Mr. Sclater, miserable at the prospect of a day utterly wasted. "I cud gie ye sicht o' 'im, I daursay, but what better wad ye be for that? Gien ye hed a' the lawyers o' Embrough at yer back, ye wadna touch Gibbie upo' Glashgar." "But you could persuade him, I am sure, Mistress Grant.