There's some in my pocket somewhere.

Look you! I don't know what coat I had on yesterday! or where it is!" He threw himself back in his chair.

The laird set about looking if he had brought the brandy of which he spoke; it might be well to let him have some.

Not finding it, he would have gone to search the outer garments his lordship had put off in the kitchen; but he burst out afresh: "I tell you--and confound you, I say that you have to be told twice--I will not be left alone with that child! He's as good as nobody! What could HE do if--" Here he left the sentence unfinished.
"Very well, my lord," responded the laird, "I will not leave you.
Cosmo shall go and look for the brandy-flask in your lordship's greatcoat." "Yes, yes, good boy! you go and look for it.

You're all Cosmos, are you?
Will the line never come to an end! A cursed line for me--if it shouldn't be a rope-line! But I had the best of the game after all!--though I did lose my two rings.