We can give you only what English people must think poor fare, for we're not--" She interrupted him.
"I should be glad to sit anywhere all night, where there was a fire.

I am nearly frozen." "We can do a little better for you than that, though not so well as we should like.

Perhaps, as we can't make any show, we are the more likely to do our best for your comfort." Their pinched circumstances had at one time and another given rise to conversation in which the laird and his son sought together to sound the abysses of hospitality: the old-fashioned sententiousness of the boy had in it nothing of the prig.
"You are very kind.

I will promise to be comfortable," said the lady.
She began to be a trifle interested in this odd specimen of the Scotch calf.
"Welcome then to Glenwarlock!" said Cosmo.

"Come, Aggie; tak ane o' them by the heid: they're gaein' wi' 's .-- We must turn the horses' heads, my lady.