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"Ma brither," said the Factor, "we are auld freens; it is weel that we shud staun' thegither. If ye will trade a' yir furs wi' me this day, I'll get the meenister o' the Presybyterian Kirk tae mairry yir gran'dochter. He'll be gled eneuch tae gi'e Father Jois a dour by mairryin' twa o' his fowk. Sell me yir furs, an' I'll warrant ye ye'll hae the laff on Father Jois." That settled it.
Here a young fishwife, with a box in her hand, who had followed them, pulled Jean by the coats. "Hets," said Jean, pulling herself free. The child then, with a pertinacity these little animals have, pulled Christie's coats. "Hets," said Christie, freeing herself more gently. "Ye suld mairry Van Amburgh," continued Jean; "ye are just such a lass as he is a lad."
Noo, maybe ye dinna ken what I mean but tak ye tent what ye're aboot. Dinna ye think 'at ilka bonnie lass 'at may like to haud a wark wi' ye 's jist ready to mairry ye aff han' whan ye say, "Noo, my dawtie." An' ae word mair, Robert: Young men, especially braw lads like yersel', 's unco ready to fa' in love wi' women fit to be their mithers. An' sae ye see
He said he wad mairry me, an' I believed it, as mony anither has afore me. Wheesht, Teen; dinna greet. The sobs of the little seamstress shook the narrow bed, and appeared to distress Liz inexpressibly. Presently she glanced again at the face of Gladys, and was struck by its altered look.
'I ken that; but it's nae use, said Teen, 'she's gaun to mairry somebody else. 'Is she? D'ye ken wha? 'Ay; your auld flame, said Teen, apparently at random, but all the while keenly watching her companion's face. She saw Liz become as pale as death, though she smiled a sickly smile, and tried to speak as indifferently as possible. 'Ye dinna mean it?
'Weel, hae ye gotten me weel discussed? queried Liz sarcastically, when the little seamstress returned to the kitchen. 'I canna understand that lassie by onybody. 'Nor I a'thegither, but I ken she's guid, she answered simply. 'Ye will gang to Bourhill, Liz? 'Maybe; I'll see. I say, do ye ken wha she's gaun to mairry?
"So a' saw there wes nae ither wy o't but tae mairry ye an' get some kind of order in the hoose; noo ye 'll understand the poseetion an' no need anither tellin'; ootside in the kirk an' pairish ye 're maister, an' a 'll never conter ye, for a' ken ma place as a kirk member an' yir place as beadle; inside in this hoose a 'm maister, an' ye 'll dae what ye 're bid, always in due submission tae the Doctor, wha 's maister baith in an' oot.
I love her as I never thought that woman could be loved, and I am not the kind to change." "The faither o' ye didna change, though his faither garred him mairry a Gilchrist-an' a guid bit lass she was. But for a' that he didna change. Na, weel do I ken that he didna change." "But," continued Ralph, "I have no reason in the world to imagine that Winsome thinks a thought about me.
He'd stuck himsel' wi' his soord, because a lassie wudna mairry him, an' he was juist lyin' tellin' a' the fowk aboot crooil weemin, an' peace in the grave, an' a'thing, when Sandy cockit up his spygless to hae a glower at him afore he gae his henmist gasp.
"Ou ay," he resumed. "Tam was sayin' as hoo he'd no' hae yirsel' to mairry them, for he said ye're ower affectionate wi' the brides. But I stuck up for you. I telt him yir sympathies was braid, but ye didna pick oot the lassies for it a'. I was at Wullie Lee's the nicht Wullie dee'd; an' I was fair scunnert at the elders. There was twa o' them, an' they prayed turn aboot.
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