Yer lordship'll sune be past takin' care o' yersel--no 'at ye wad be a witch at it this present! Ye wad be thinkin' ye was i' yer bed whan ye was i' the mids' o' the middin', or pu'in' the blankets o' the denk dub ower yer heid! Lord! my lord, yet micht set the hoose o' fire, an' burn a', baith stable an' byre, an' horses an' cairts, an' cairt-sheds, an' hiz a' to white aisse in oor nakit beds!" "Hold your outlandish gibberish," returned his lordship.

"Go and fetch me some whisky.

This stuff is too cold to go to sleep on in such weather." "Deil a drap or drap o' whusky, or oucht else, yer lordship's hae fra my han' this nicht--nae mair nor gien ye war a bairn 'at wantit poother to blaw himsel' up wi'! Ye hae had ower muckle a'ready, gien ye war but cawpable o' un'erstan'in', or failin' that, o' believin' an honest wuman 'at kens what state ye are in better nor ye du yersel' .-- A bonny lordship!" she muttered to herself as she turned from him.
The laird thought it time to show himself, and went forward.

Lord Mergwain had understood not the half of what Grizzie said; but had found sufficient provocation in the tone, and was much too angry for any articulate attempt at speech beyond swearing.
"My lord," said the laird, "I think you will find your room tolerably comfortable now: shall I have the pleasure of showing you the way ?" "No, indeed! I'm not going to stir.

Fetch me a bottle of your whisky--that's pretty safe to be good." "Indeed, my lord, you shall have no more drink to-night," said the laird, and taking the bottle, which was nearly empty, carried it from the table.
Though nearly past everything else, his guest was not yet too far gone to swear with vigour, and the volley that now came pouring from his outraged heart was such, that, for the sake of Grizzie and Cosmo, the laird took the bottle again in his hand, and said, that, if his lordship would drink it in his own room, he should have what was left of it.
Not too drunk to see where his advantage lay, Lord Mergwain yielded; the thunder of imprecation from bellowing sank to growling, then to muttering, and the storm gradually subsided.