And for this there was another reason besides the threatening storm: he had the night before begun to read aloud one of Sir Walter's novels to the assembled family, and Grizzie would be getting anxious for another portion of it before she went to bed.
"I'm glaid to see ye sae muckle better, Grannie," he said.

"I'll say gude nicht noo, an' luik in again the morn." "Weel, I'm obleeged to ye," replied the old woman.

"There's been but feow o' yer kin, be their fau'ts what they micht, wad forget ony 'at luikit for a kin' word or a kin' deed!--Aggie, lass, ye'll convoy him a bittock, willna ye ?" All the few in whom yet lingered any shadow of retainership towards the fast-fading chieftainship of Glenwarlock, seemed to cherish the notion that the heir of the house had to be tended and cared for like a child--that was what they were in the world for.

Doubtless a pitying sense of the misfortunes of the family had much to do with the feeling.
"There's nae occasion," and "I'll du that," said the two young people in a breath.
Cosmo rose, and began to put on his plaid, crossing it over back and chest to leave his arms free: that way the wind would get least hold on him.

Agnes went to the closet for her plaid also--of the same tartan, and drawing it over her head and pinning it under her chin, was presently ready for the stormy way.