He was long unshaved; but what most distressed and even daunted me, he would neither take his eyes away from me nor look me fairly in the face.

What he was, whether by trade or birth, was more than I could fathom; but he seemed most like an old, unprofitable serving-man, who should have been left in charge of that big house upon board wages.
"Are ye sharp-set ?" he asked, glancing at about the level of my knee.
"Ye can eat that drop parritch ?" I said I feared it was his own supper.
"O," said he, "I can do fine wanting it.

I'll take the ale, though, for it slockens (moistens) my cough." He drank the cup about half out, still keeping an eye upon me as he drank; and then suddenly held out his hand.
"Let's see the letter," said he.
I told him the letter was for Mr.Balfour; not for him.
"And who do ye think I am ?" says he.

"Give me Alexander's letter." "You know my father's name ?" "It would be strange if I didnae," he returned, "for he was my born brother; and little as ye seem to like either me or my house, or my good parritch, I'm your born uncle, Davie, my man, and you my born nephew.

So give us the letter, and sit down and fill your kyte." If I had been some years younger, what with shame, weariness, and disappointment, I believe I had burst into tears.