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Malcolm approached the bed. "My lord!" he said gently. No reply came. "Dinna lea 's oor lanes, my lord no yet," Malcolm persisted. "What's to come o' my leddy?" The marquis gave a gasp. Still he made no reply. "She has naebody, ye ken, my lord, 'at ye wad like to lippen her wi'."
"William MacLure," said Drumsheugh, in one of the few confidences that ever broke the Drumtochty reserve, "a'm a lonely man, wi' naebody o' ma ain blude tae care for me livin', or tae lift me intae ma coffin when a'm deid. "A' fecht awa at Muirtown market for an extra pound on a beast, or a shillin' on the quarter o' barley, an' what's the gude o't?
It gi'es a body a kind o' a breath or twa i' the middle o' the week, an' it pits naebody aboot. The fowk juist come for their things afore you shut. It disna mak' a hair o' difference. If you didna open ava, they wud juist come the nicht afore.
"It had everything to do wi't," said Jess; "an' if the masons had kent hoo that cradle was rockit, I think they would hae killed the mester. It was Eppie 'at found oot, an' she telt naebody but me, though mony a ane kens noo. I see ye canna mak it oot yet, so I'll tell ye what the cradle was. The tray was keepit against the kitchen wall near the mester, an' he played on't wi' his foot.
They say, that at twal o'clock that same nicht, the door o' that room aye gaed tu, an' that naebody daur touch 't, for the heat o' the han'le o' 't; an' syne cam the skreighin' an' the moanin', an' the fearsome skelloch at the last, an' a rum'le like thun'er, an' i' the mornin' there was the wa' oot!
The minister was always specially popular with servants and inferiors of every sort, for he possessed, in a remarkable degree, that best key to their hearts, the gentle dignity which never needs to assert a superiority that is at once felt and acknowledged. "The earl, sir? Na, na" with a mysterious shake of the head "naebody sees the earl.
I'm only jist come, an' I've seen naebody." "Go and tell Mrs. Courthope I want Soutar. You'll find her crying somewhere the old chicken! because I swore at her. What harm could that do the old goose?" "It'll be mair for love o' yer lordship than fricht at the sweirin', my lord." "You think so? Why should she care? Go and tell her I'm sorry. But really she ought to be used to me by this time.
Waverley, he was naething sae weel fa'rd as the puir Colonel. 'Do you know what is become of Miss Bradwardine's father? 'The auld laird? na, naebody kens that.
He'll show you the way, sir, and I'se warrant ye'll be weel put up; for they never turn awa naebody frae the door; and ye 'll be come in the canny moment, I'm thinking, for the laird's servant that's no to say his body-servant, but the helper like rade express by this e'en to fetch the houdie, and he just staid the drinking o' twa pints o' tippenny to tell us how my leddy was ta'en wi' her pains.
"At ony rate, auld Ellieslaw was aiding and abetting; and I am sure if ye were sae disposed as to take amends on him, naebody could say it was wrang, for your father's blood is beneath his nails and besides there's naebody else left that was concerned to take amends upon, and he's a prelatist and a jacobite into the bargain I can tell ye the country folk look for something atween ye."
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