If he is not come, you'll wait for him, and tell him we shall be with his master in about an hour's time.

At any rate, wait there till we come back,--and--Get off with you--Come, come, weigh anchor." "I thank ye for your awmous," said Ochiltree, pocketing the piece of money; "but I beg your pardon, Mr.Taffril--I canna gang your errand e'en now." "Why not, man?
what can hinder you ?" "I wad speak a word wi' young Mr.Lovel." "With me ?" answered Lovel: "what would you say with me?
Come, say on, and be brief." The mendicant led him a few paces aside.

"Are ye indebted onything to the Laird o' Monkbarns ?" "Indebted!--no, not I--what of that ?--what makes you think so ?" "Ye maun ken I was at the shirra's the day; for, God help me, I gang about a' gates like the troubled spirit; and wha suld come whirling there in a post-chaise, but Monkbarns in an unco carfuffle--now, it's no a little thing that will make his honour take a chaise and post-horse twa days rinnin'." "Well, well; but what is all this to me ?" "Ou, ye'se hear, ye'se hear.

Weel, Monkbarns is closeted wi' the shirra whatever puir folk may be left thereout--ye needna doubt that--the gentlemen are aye unco civil amang themsells." "For heaven's sake, my old friend"-- "Canna ye bid me gang to the deevil at ance, Mr.Lovel?
it wad be mair purpose fa'ard than to speak o' heaven in that impatient gate." "But I have private business with Lieutenant Taffril here." "Weel, weel, a' in gude time," said the beggar--"I can use a little wee bit freedom wi' Mr.Daniel Taffril;--mony's the peery and the tap I worked for him langsyne, for I was a worker in wood as weel as a tinkler." "You are either mad, Adam, or have a mind to drive me mad." "Nane o' the twa," said Edie, suddenly changing his manner from the protracted drawl of the mendicant to a brief and decided tone.

"The shirra sent for his clerk, and as the lad is rather light o' the tongue, I fand it was for drawing a warrant to apprehend you--I thought it had been on a fugie warrant for debt; for a' body kens the laird likes naebody to pit his hand in his pouch--But now I may haud my tongue, for I see the M'Intyre lad and Mr.Lesley coming up, and I guess that Monkbarns's purpose was very kind, and that yours is muckle waur than it should be." The antagonist now approached, and saluted with the stern civility which befitted the occasion.