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'Bless me, Miss Naper! said Robert, 'what hae I dune to set ye at me that gait? Faith, I dinna ken what ye mean. 'Nae mair do I, laddie. I hae naething against ye whatever. Only ye see auld fowk luiks aheid, an' wad fain be as sure o' what's to come as o' what's gane. 'Ye maun bide for that, I doobt, said Robert. 'Laddie, retorted Miss Napier, 'ye hae mair sense nor ye hae ony richt till.
Miss Naper maks me welcome as weel's you. 'An' I will mak ye welcome, Robert, as lang's ye're a gude lad, as ye are, and gang na efter nae ill gait. But lat me hear o' yer doin' as sae mony young gentlemen do, espeacially whan they're ta'en up by their rich relations, an', public-hoose as this is, I'll close the door o' 't i' yer face.
'Miss Letty's compliments, sir, and Miss Naper has the keys, and she's gane till her bed, and we maunna disturb her. And it's time 'at a' honest fowk was in their beds tu. And gin Mr. Lammie wants a bed i' this hoose, he maun gang till 't. An' here's his can'le. Gude nicht to ye a', gentlemen. So saying, Meg set the lighted candle on the sideboard, and finally vanished.
He could enjoy a joke against himself when it came from a woman, and was founded on such a trifle as a personal vice. 'I think I'll go to bed, he said when his laugh was over. 'I believe it's the only safe place from your tongue, Miss Naper. 'Letty, cried Miss Napier, 'fess a can'le, and show his lordship to the reid room. Till Miss Letty appeared, the baron sat and stretched himself.
'Weel, jist pit yer shune on, man, and rin up to Miss Naper's upo' the Squaur, and say to Miss Naper, wi' my compliments, that I wad be sair obleeged till her gin she wad len' me that fine receipt o' hers for crappit heids, and I'll sen' 't back safe the morn's mornin'. Rin, noo. This commission fell in admirably with Robert's plans, and he started at once.
Mistress Faukner, honest lady, an' lang hae I kent her, 's no sae auld a frien' to you, Mr. Ericson, as oorsel's nae offence to her, ye ken. A'body canna be frien's to a'body, ane as lang 's anither, ye ken. ''Deed I maun alloo, Miss Naper, interposed Robert, 'it's only fair. Ye see, Mr. Ericson, I cud see as muckle o' ye almost, the tae way as the tither.
'I beg yer lordship's pardon. Caumill! Yer lordship never said ye wanted yer lordship's horse ta'en. I thocht ye micht be gaein' on to The Bothie. Tak' Black Geordie here, Caumill. Come in to the parlour, my lord. 'How d'ye do, Miss Naper? said Lord Rothie, as he entered the room.
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