And I suppose ye ken where you're going ?' 'Fine!' said Montroymont.

'Fine do I ken where: bankrup'cy and the Bass Rock!' 'Praise to my bones that I never married!' cried the curate.

'Well, it's a grievous thing to me to see an auld house dung down that was here before Flodden Field.

But naebody can say it was with my wish.' 'No more they can, Haddo!' says the laird.

'A good friend ye've been to me, first and last.