I wad like to ken what you, as a man o' sense, think o' that same.

It appears to me a' some queer kin' o' justice! No' 'at I'm daurin' or wad daur to say a word agen the w'y 'at the warl's goverrnt, but there's some things 'at naebody can un'erstan'-- I defy them!--an' yon's ane o' them--what for, cause oor graceless auld lord--he was yoong than--tuik the life o' the laird o' Glenwarlock, the faimily o' Warlock sud never thrive frae that day to this!--Read me that riddle, yoong man, gien ye can." "Maybe it was to haud them 'at cam efter frae ony mair keepin' o' sic ill company," Cosmo ventured to suggest; for, knowing what his father was, and something also of what most of those who preceded him were, he could see no such inscrutable dispensation in the fact mentioned.
"That wad be hard lines, though," insisted the gardener, unwilling to yield the unintelligibility of the ways of providence.
"But," said Cosmo, "they say doon there, it was a brither o' the laird, no the laird himsel','at the English lord killt." "Na, na; they're a' wrang there, whaever says that.

For auld Jean, wham I min' a weel faured wuman, though doobtless no sae bonny as whan he broucht her wi' 'im a yoong lass--maybe to gar her haud her tongue--auld Jean said as I say.

But that was lang efter the thing was ower auld to be ta'en ony notice o' mair.

Forby, you 'at's a man o' sense, gien it wasna the laird himsel' 'at he killt, hoo wad there, i' that case, be onything worthy o' remark i' their no thrivin' efter't?
I' that case, the no thrivin' cud hae had naething ava to du wi' the killin'.