Reverie does not agree well with manners, but it would besides have been hard for him to answer the old lady's question--not that he did not know something at least of what was going on in his mind, but that, he knew instinctively, it would have sounded in her ears no hair better than the jabber of Jule Sandy.
"Mph!" she said, offended at his silence; "Ye'll hae to learn manners afore ye're laird o' Glenwarlock, young Cosmo!" A shadow of indignation passed over Grizzie's rippled, rather than wrinkled face, but she said nothing.

There was a time to speak and a time to be silent; nor was Grizzie indebted to Solomon, but to her own experience and practice, for the wisdom of the saw.

Only the pared potatoes splashed louder in the water as they fell.

And the old lady knew as well what that meant, as if the splashes had been articulate sounds from the mouth of the old partisan.
The boy rose, and coming forward, rather like one walking in his sleep, stood up before his grandmother, and said, "What was ye sayin', gran'mamma ?" "I was sayin' what ye wadna hearken till, an that's enouch," she answered, willing to show offence.
"Say 't again, gran'mamma, if you please.

I wasna noticin'." "Na! Is' warran' ye frae noticin'! There ye winna gang, whaur yer ain fule fancy does na lead the w'y.