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"It's a lee whaever said sae," retorted Mrs Constable fiercely. "Wha tell't ye that?" "Where else could your child have heard such reports, then?" "Isie! Isie! My poor wee bairn! What hae ye been aboot to tak' awa' yer mither's gude name?" And she hugged the child closer yet.
"That wad be hard lines, though," insisted the gardener, unwilling to yield the unintelligibility of the ways of providence. "But," said Cosmo, "they say doon there, it was a brither o' the laird, no the laird himsel','at the English lord killt." "Na, na; they're a' wrang there, whaever says that.
"Didna he turn his face to the licht afore he dee'd? an' him 'at rase frae the deid said 'at whaever believed in him sud never dee. Sae we maun believe 'at he's livin', for gien we dinna believe what he says, what are we to believe, my leddy?" Florimel continued yet a moment looking him fixedly in the face.
I maun hae been terrible tired. 'I telled ye sae! cried Kirsty. 'Jist gang ower the story to me, Francie, and I s' tell ye whether ye're a cooard or no. I dinna believe a stime o' 't! Ye never was, and never was likly to be a cooard. I s' be at the boddom o' 't wi' whaever daur threpe me sic a lee!
"'At nane cud ken sae weel 's hersel' it was a damned lee. Wha is she?" "Wha but Meg Partan's Lizzy!" "Puir lassie! is that it? Eh, but I'm sorry for her! She never said it was me. An' whaever said it, surely ye dinna believe 't o' me, mem?" "Me believe 't! Malcolm MacPhail, wull ye daur insult a maiden wuman 'at's stude clear o' reproch till she's lang past the danger o' 't?
'The queston's been speirt afore and answert. 'And what's the answer til't? ''At yer neebour's jist whaever lies neist ye i' need o' yer help. Gien ye read the tale o' the guid Sameritan wi' ony sort o' gumption, that's what ye'll read intil 't and noucht else. The man or wuman ye can help, ye hae to be neebour til. 'I want to help you. 'Ye canna help me. I'm in no need o' yer help.
"They said the truth whaever said it," answered old Edie; "she was buried yestreen by torch-light at St. Ruth's, and I, like a fule, gat a gliff wi' seeing the lights and the riders."
But Malcolm had gone to his own room, and, hearing some one in the next, half suspected who it was, and went in. Seeing the closet-door open, he hurried to the stair, and shouted, "My lord! my lord! or whaever ye are! tak care hoo ye gang or ye'll get a terrible fa'."
Sae awa she gaed! and Steenie efter her! added Kirsty in a lower tone, but Francis did not seem to hear, and said no more for awhile. 'But I maun tell ye the trowth, Kirsty, he resumed: 'forby yersel, there's them 'at says I'm a cooard! 'I h'ard ae man say't, only ane, and him only ance. 'And ye said til 'im, "Ay, I hae lang kenned that!" 'I tellt him whaever said it was a leear!
And they hed him afore a coort-mairtial as they ca' 't, and broucht it in, she says, bare cooardice, and jist broke him. He'll hae ill shawin the face o' 'm again i' 's ain calf-country! 'It's a lee, said Kirsty. 'I s' tak my aith o' that, whaever took the tellin o' 't. There never was mark o' cooard upo' Francie Gordon. He hed his fauts, but no ane o' them luikit that gait.
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