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Updated: May 11, 2025
Godsake, woman, let me away; there's saxpence t' ye to buy half a mutchkin, instead o' clavering about thae auld-warld stories. 'Thanks to ye, gudeman; and now ye hae answered a' my questions, and never speired wherefore I asked them, I'll gie you a bit canny advice, and ye maunna speir what for neither. Tib Mumps will be out wi' the stirrup-dram in a gliffing.
Godsake, woman, let me away; there's saxpence t' ye to buy half a mutchkin, instead o' clavering about thae auld-warld stories. 'Thanks to ye, gudeman; and now ye hae answered a' my questions, and never speired wherefore I asked them, I'll gie you a bit canny advice, and ye maunna speir what for neither. Tib Mumps will be out wi' the stirrup-dram in a gliffing.
"Thae detective police are gran' necromancers an' canny in their way: an' I just took the liberty, a week agone, to ha' a crack wi' ane o' 'em. An noo, gin ye're inclined, we'll leave the whusky awhile, an' gang up to that cave o' Trophawnius, ca'd by the vulgar Bow-street, an' speir for tidings o' the twa lost sheep."
"Gien 't be a' ane till 's lordship," said Malcolm, without looking at Bykes, "it wad be better no to speir, for it gangs sair agen me to refeese him." "I should like to know," said the marquis. "Ye maun trust me, my lord, that I was efter no ill. I gie ye my word for that, my lord."
I sat still i' the cart, an' when he was far awa he stoppit an' lookit again, but a' my cryin' wouldna bring him a step back, an' i' the end I drove on. I've thocht since syne 'at he didna ken whether his fowk was livin' or deid, an' was fleid to speir." "He didna ken," said T'nowhead, "but the faut was his ain. It's ower late to be ta'en up aboot Jess noo."
"It's no possible," returned Malcolm. "I saw him last nicht." "He cam aboot ten o'clock, sir, an' hed a turn o' the fa'in' sickness o' the spot. He's verra ill the noo, an' the mistress sent me ower to speir gien ye wad obleege her by gaein' to see him." "Has he ta'en till's bed?" asked Malcolm. "We pat him infill 't, sir. He's ravin' mad, an' I'm thinkin' he's no far frae his hin'er en'."
Wisely done or not, it was truth and tenderness that made her offer her lips instead. He turned in silence, comforted for the time, though the comfort would evaporate long before the trouble would sink. "Curly!" cried Annie, and he came back. "I think that's young Robert Bruce been to Clippenstrae to speir efter me. Dinna lat him come farther. He's an unceevil fallow."
"And what will you do with it?" "Tak it wi' me," was the answer, accompanied by another husky laugh. "Where to?" "Speir nae questons, an' ye'll be tellt nae lees. Ony gait, I s' lea' nae track ahin' me. An' for that same sake, I maun hae my pairt i' my han' the meenute the thing's been sworn till. Gien ye fail me, ye'll sune see me get mair licht upo' the subjec', an' confess till a great mistak.
"Ow, Mr Runcie himsel', of coorse!" answered the laird. "Wull I pit ane on to you?" "Did ye speir leave for me tu?" asked the righteous maiden. "Ow, na; but I'll tell him the neist time I see him." "I 'm nae for ony," said Phemy. The fish wanted little cooking.
"No ae bit, Andrew! What for should ye speir sic a thing?" "Then do ye think God hae forgotten Him?" "May be He thoucht it jist for a minute!" "Well, ye hae thoucht jist for a minute, and ye maun think it nae mair." "But God couldna forget Him, An'rew: He got it a' for doin' His will!"
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