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"Na; there's ower mony o' ye lordship's jeists hae turnt fearsome earnest to them at tuik them!" "What mean ye, wuman?" "Wuman! quo' he? My name's Grisel Grant. Wha kens na auld Grizzie, 'at never turnt her back on freen' or foe? But I'm no gaein til affront yer lordship wi' the sicht o' yersel' afore fowk sae long, that is, as ye haud a quaiet souch.
I wad be unco stray up yon'er, gien I had to gang my lane, an' no you to refar till, 'at kens the w'ys o' the place." "I ken no more about the w'ys o' the place nor yersel', Robert, though I'm thinkin' they'll be unco quaiet an' sensible, seein' 'at a' there maun be gentle fowk.
'Sic like as whan ye speyk aboot him as gin he was a puir prood bailey-like body, fu' o' his ain importance, an' ready to be doon upo' onybody 'at didna ca' him by the name o' 's office ay think-thinkin' aboot 's ain glory; in place o' the quaiet, michty, gran', self-forgettin', a'-creatin', a'-uphaudin', eternal bein', wha took the form o' man in Christ Jesus, jist that he micht hae 't in 's pooer to beir and be humblet for oor sakes.
The hearing was likely to be frightful when so prefaced by Grannie. "There's no guid ever cam' o' ca'in' things oot o' their ain names," she began, "an" it's my min' 'at gien ever ae man was a willain, an' gien ever ae man had rizzon no to lie quaiet whan he was doon, that man was your father's uncle his gran' uncle, that is, the auld captain, as we ca'd him.
But what gars ye gang daunerin' aboot this place? It's no yours ony langer. Ye suld gang hame to yer wife. She micht say a word to quaiet yer auld banes, for she's a douce an' a wice woman the mistress. Then followed a pause. There was a horror about the old woman's voice, already half dissolved by death, in the desolate place, that almost took from Robert the power of motion.
"The moment the priest's horse set fut upo' the drawbrig, the puir leddy gae anither ougsome cry, a hantle waur nor the first, an' up gat a suddent roar an' a blast o' win' that maist cairried the castel there aff o' the cliff intill the watter, an' syne cam a flash o' blue licht an' a rum'lin'. Efter that, a' was quaiet: it was a' ower afore the priest wan athort the coortyaird an' up the stair.
He took his seat at the other end of the tombstone and studied her, wondering what was she. There was infinite import in the question alike for her and him. "Ay," said she. "I couldna bear the roof either. It's a habit of mine to come up here about the gloaming when it's quaiet and caller." "It was a habit of my mother's also," he said gravely.
I ken that weel. Is he come back, do ye think?" "What do ye mean? He's lyin' in's bed, quaiet eneuch, puir fallow!" "Is he come back to the fold?" "Nae to the missionars, I'm thinkin'." "Dinna anger me. Ye're nae sae ignorant as ye wad pass for. Ye ken weel eneuch what I mean.
He jist gars me creep!" Receiving no answer, for her husband was nowhere near at the moment, she called aloud in her desperation "Isy! Isy! come and see gien ye can dee onything to quaiet this ill bairn." Isy heard, and sprang from her bed. "Comin, mistress!" she answered; "comin this moment." They had not met since her resurrection, as Peter always called it. "Isy!
Steenie!" and I cried lood oot, "Comin, Lord!" but I kent weel eneuch the v'ice was inside o' me, and no i' my heid, but i' my hert and nane the less i' me for that! Sae awa at ance I cam to my closet here, and sat doon, and hearkent i' the how o' my hert. Never a word cam, but I grew quaiet eh, sae quaiet and content like, wi'oot onything to mak me sae, but maybe 'at he was thinkin aboot me!
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