He had reached the valley-road before he discovered that Agnes was behind him.
"Dinna ye come, Aggie," he said; "ye may be wantit at hame." "Ye dinna think I wad ley ye, laird!--'cep' ye was to think fit to sen' me frea ye.

I'm maist as guid's a man to gang wi' ye--wi' the advantage o' bein' a wuman, as my mither tells me:"-- She called her grandmother, MOTHER.--"ye see we can daur mair nor ony man--but, Guid forgie me!--no mair nor the yoong laird whan he flang his CAESAR straucht i' the maister's face this verra mornin'." The laird stopped, turned sharply round, and looked at her.
"What did he that for ?" he said.
"'Cause he ca'd yersel' a fule," answered the girl, with the utmost simplicity, and no less reverence.
The laird drew himself up once more, and looked twenty years younger.

But it was not pride that inspired him, nor indignation, but the father's joy at finding in his son his champion.
"Mony ane's ca'd me that, I weel believe, lassie, though no to my ain face or that a' my bairn.

But whether I deserve't or no, nane but ane kens.

It's no by the word o' man I stan' or fa'; but it's hoo my maister luiks upo' my puir endeevour to gang by the thing he says.