"He'll no' come for the like o' me," he said, pausing with the door-knob in his hand.

"It's no' respectable like tae--" "Man, will ye no' be gone ?" cried Mr.Rae, rising from his chair.
"I will that!" exclaimed Davie, banging the door after him.

"But," he cried furiously, thrusting his head once more into the room, "if he'll no' come it's no' faut o' mine." His voice rose higher and higher, and ended in a wrathful scream as Mr.Rae, driven to desperation, hurled a law book of some weight at his vanishing head.
"The de'il take ye! Ye'll be my deith yet." The book went crashing against the door-frame just as Miss Brodie was about to enter.

"I say," she cried, darting back.

"Heaven protect me! Rob, save me!" Rob sprang to her side.