Yet she was the only person present who seemed really to feel sorrow for the deceased.

Mrs.Bertram had been her protectress, although from selfish motives, and her capricious tyranny was forgotten at the moment, while the tears followed each other fast down the cheeks of her frightened and friendless dependent.

'There's ower muckle saut water there, Drumquag,' said the tobacconist to the ex-proprietor, 'to bode ither folk muckle gude.

Folk seldom greet that gate but they ken what it's for.' Mr.Mac-Casquil only replied with a nod, feeling the propriety of asserting his superior gentry in presence of Mr.Pleydell and Colonel Mannering.
'Very queer if there suld be nae will after a', friend,' said Dinmont, who began to grow impatient, to the man of business.
'A moment's patience, if you please.

She was a good and prudent woman, Mrs.Margaret Bertram--a good and prudent and well-judging woman, and knew how to choose friends and depositaries; she may have put her last will and testament, or rather her mortis causa settlement, as it relates to heritage, into the hands of some safe friend.' 'I'll bet a rump and dozen,' said Pleydell, whispering to the Colonel, 'he has got it in his own pocket.' Then addressing the man of law, 'Come, sir, we'll cut this short, if you please: here is a settlement of the estate of Singleside, executed several years ago, in favour of Miss Lucy Bertram of Ellangowan.' The company stared fearfully wild.