Though to be sure the thing's different whan it's o' a body's ain seekin'." This speech--my reader may naturally think it not over-polite--was happily not over-intelligible to the lady.

Aggie, a little wounded by the reflection on the weather of her country, had in her emotion aggravated her Scottish tone.
"And where is this Cosmo?
How are we to find him ?" "He'll come onsoucht, mem.

It's only 'at he's busy cleanin' oot yer puir horse' hivs 'at hedisna p'y his respec's to ye.

But he'll be blythe eneuch!" "I thought you said he was a lord!" remarked the lady.
"Na, I saidna that, mem.

He's nae lord.