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Updated: June 19, 2025
Draining the last drops from the cup, she set it quietly down, turned, and without a word spoken, for she had paid beforehand, came out, her face looking just as white and thin as before, but having another expression in the eyes of it. At the sight Donal's wisdom forsook him. "Eh, wuman," he cried, "yon wasna what ye hed the shillin' for!"
Lat me up the stair wi' ye, an' I'll tell ye mair. Weel, pairtly 'at I was ta'en by surprise like, an' pairtly 'at I wasna sae auld as I am noo, an' pairtly that I was keerious to hear ill 'at I likit her what neist the wuman wad say, I did as I ouchtna, an' turned an' gaed up the stair, an' loot her follow me.
Man, ye're jist like Simon the Pharisee, 'at was sae scunnert at oor Lord 'cause he loot the wuman 'at was a sinner tak her wull o' 's feet the feet 'at they war gaein' to tak their wull o' efter anither fashion afore lang. He wad hae shawn her the door Simon wad like you, John; but the Lord tuik her pairt.
"Na, na," she would say, "what has a wuman to dee wi' strong drink! Lat the men dee as they like, we canna help them."
"Let me gang, wuman, wi' yer reid draigons! I'll hairm naebody. The puir idiot's no muckle the waur, an' I'll tak mair tent whan I fire anither time." "Wiser fowk nor me maun see to that," answered Janet. "Hoots, wuman! it was naething but an accident." "I kenna; but it'll be seen what Gibbie says." "Awva! his word's guid for naething." "For a penny, or a thoosan' poun'."
The shadow of a pawky smile flitted across her face as she answered "Surely ye wouldna merry me upon a rascal, sir! Ill as I hae behaved til ye, I can hardly hae deservit that at yer han'!" "That's what he'll hae to dee though jist merry ye aff han'! I s' gar him." "I winna hae him garred! It's me that has the richt ower him, and no anither, man nor wuman! He sanna be garred!
Malcolm had taken the child from her, and was clasping him to his bosom. "He's the warst rascal, Lizzy," he said, "'at ever God made an' the deevil blaudit." "Na, na," cried Lizzy; "the likes o' him whiles kills the wuman, but he wadna du that. Na, he's nae the warst; there's a heap waur nor him." "Did ye see my mistress?" asked Malcolm. "Ow ay; but she luikit sae angry at me, I cudna speyk.
He said, too, 'at he was a single man, an' she's been boastin' aboot that, so you may think 'at she got a surprise when he hands a wuman oot o' the carriage." "An' no a pleasant ane," said Jess. "Had he been leein'?" "Na, he was single when he wrote, an' single when he got the length o' Tilliedrum. Ye see, he fell in wi' the lassie there, an' juist gaed clean aft his heid aboot her.
She better write them a bit letter, an' tell them she's fa'en in wi' an auld acquaintance, a lass ca'd Agnes Gracie, a dacent yoong wuman, an' haein' lost her ro'd an' bein' unco tired, she's gaein' hame wi' her to sleep; an' the laird o' Glenwarlock was sae kin' 's to sen' his man upo' his horse to cairry the letter. That w'y there'll be nae lees tellt, an' no ower muckle o' the trowth."
Only I tell ye this, Peter," he added, "gien ever ye say sic a word 's yon i' my hearin' again, that is, afore the wuman has priven hersel' what she says, I s' gang by ye ever efter ohn spoken, for I'll ken ''at ye want nae mair o' me." Joseph, who had been standing with his back to his friend, turned and held out his hand. Malcolm took it. "Ae question afore I gang, Peter," he said.
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