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But they war coorteous men an' weel bred an' maistly weel faured tu ilk ane luikin' a lord's son at the least.
By this time his leg was much swollen, but the wound had almost stopped bleeding, and it was plain there was no bullet in it, for there were the two orifices. She washed it carefully and bound it up. Then Gibbie raised his head and looked somewhat anxiously round the room. "Ye're luikin' efter Angus?" said Janet; "he's yon'er upo' the flure, a twa yairds frae ye.
"We want a resurrectioner 'at bides i' this hoose a foul bane-pikin' doctor," answered a huge, black-faced smith. "What do ye want wi' him?" "What are ye stan'in' jawin' there for? Haud oot o' the gait. Gin he bena in your box, what's the odds o' oor luikin' in't?"
For that, weel may the sun shine a celestial rosy reid, an' weel may the boatie row, an' weel may the stars luik doon, blinkin' an' luikin' again ilk ane duin' its bonny pairt to mak a man a richt hertit guid willed sodger!" "And, pray, what may be your rank in this wonderful army?" asked Lady Florimel, with the air and tone of one humouring a lunatic.
A great hole i' the wa' o' the room, an' the starry pleuch luikin' in at it, an' the sea lyin' far doon afore him as quaiet as the bride upo' the bed but a hantle bonnier to luik at; for ilka steek that had been on her was brunt aff, an' the bonny body o' her lyin' a' runklet, an' as black 's a coal frae heid to fut; an' the reek 'at rase frae 't was heedeous.
He tried to turn her hert, sayin' wad she hae had him no help the puir thing ower the dyke, her bairnie bein' but a fortnicht auld, an' hersel' unco weak-like? but my leddy made a mou' as gien she was scunnert to hear sic things made mention o'. An' was she to stan' luikin' ower the hedge, an' him convoyin' a beggar wife an' her brat! An' syne to come to her ohn ever washen his han's!
Eh! sic a heap o' them as there has been sin' Awbel," she went on "an ilk ane them luikin, as gien there never had been anither but itsel'! Ye oucht to see a corp, Ma'colm. Ye'll hae't to du afore ye're ane yersel', an' ye'll never see a bonnier nor my Grizel." "Be 't to yer wull, mem," said Malcolm resignedly.
When they reached the top of the brae, she joined him, and said, putting her hand in his, but not looking at, or even turning towards him, "Maybe he 'll come oot upo' ye afore ye ken some day whan ye 're no luikin' for him." The laird stopped, gazed at her for a moment, shook his head, and walked on.
I min' weel hoo Maister Graham said to me ance 'at hoo there was something o' Him 'at made him luikin' oot o' the een o' ilka man 'at he had made; an' what wad ye ca' that but a scart or a straik o' Christianity."
"The auld sudna lie upo' the tap o' the yoong, Cosmo, my son." "Father, I wad willin'ly be a bed to ye to lie upo', gien that wad ease ye; but I'm thinkin' we baith may lie saft upo' the wull o' the great Father, e'en whan that's hardest." "True as trowth!" returned the laird. " But ye're luikin' some tired-like, Cosmo!" "I AM some tired, an' unco dry. I wad fain hae a drink o' milk."
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