You were just a Wee Soon with the title, my dear Traitour, my bonny Spy. It might have been yours indeed, and more if you had patience, yes perhaps and Doom forby, as that is like to be my good-man's very speedily. What if I make trouble, Sim, and open the eyes of Monsher and the mim-mou'ed Madame at the same moment by telling them who is really Drimdarroch? Will it no' gar them Grue, think ye?"
'Twas but a brief bit of the great eternities; and then I found my fingers playing I knew not how, and heard the dancers' feet falling to the tune of I knew not what. Strathsay had due regard of decency, forbye she deemed it but a bad lookout for her girls, if the one of them danced on her good-man's grave.