'I will learn Miss Bertram's pleasure on the subject, and acquaint Mr.Glossin, if he can spare time to wait for her answer.' So saying, he left the room.
Glossin had still remained standing in the midst of the apartment.
Colonel Mannering had made not the slightest motion to invite him to sit, and indeed had remained standing himself during their short interview.
When he left the room, however, Glossin seized upon a chair, and threw himself into it with an air between embarrassment and effrontery.

He felt the silence of his companions disconcerting and oppressive, and resolved to interrupt it.
'A fine day, Mr.Sampson.' The Dominie answered with something between an acquiescent grunt and an indignant groan.
'You never come down to see your old acquaintance on the Ellangowan property, Mr.Sampson.You would find most of the old stagers still stationary there.

I have too much respect for the late family to disturb old residenters, even under pretence of improvement.

Besides, it's not my way, I don't like it; I believe, Mr.Sampson, Scripture particularly condemns those who oppress the poor, and remove landmarks.' 'Or who devour the substance of orphans,' subjoined the Dominie.
'Anathema, Maranatha!' So saying, he rose, shouldered the folio which he had been perusing, faced to the right about, and marched out of the room with the strides of a grenadier.
Mr.Glossin, no way disconcerted, or at least feeling it necessary not to appear so, turned to young Hazlewood, who was apparently busy with the newspaper.--' Any news, sir ?' Hazlewood raised his eyes, looked at him, and pushed the paper towards him, as if to a stranger in a coffee-house, then rose, and was about to leave the room.

'I beg pardon, Mr.Hazlewood, but I can't help wishing you joy of getting so easily over that infernal accident.' This was answered by a sort of inclination of the head, as slight and stiff as could well be imagined.