They hae been ill advised in the matter of the duty eggs and butter, I winna deny that." "Do go consult together," said the Master; "go down to the village, and do the best you can.

We must not let our guests remain without refreshment, to save the honour of a ruined family.

And here, Caleb, take my purse; I believe that will prove your best ally." "Purse! purse, indeed!" quoth Caleb, indignantly flinging out of the room; "what suld I do wi' your honour's purse, on your ain grund?
I trust we are no to pay for our ain ?" The servants left the hall; and the door was no sooner shut than the Lord Keeper began to apologise for the rudeness of his mirth; and Lucy to hope she had given no pain or offence to the kind-hearted faithful old man.
"Caleb and I must both learn, madam, to undergo with good humour, or at least with patience, the ridicule which everywhere attaches itself to poverty." "You do yourself injustice, Master of Ravenswood, on my word of honour," answered his elder guest.

"I believe I know more of your affairs than you do yourself, and I hope to show you that I am interested in them; and that--in short, that your prospects are better than you apprehend.
In the mean time, I can conceive nothing so respectable as the spirit which rises above misfortune, and prefers honourable privations to debt or dependence." Whether from fear of offending the delicacy or awakening the pride of the Master, the Lord Keeper made these allusions with an appearance of fearful and hesitating reserve, and seemed to be afraid that he was intruding too far, in venturing to touch, however lightly, upon such a topic, even when the Master had led to it.

In short, he appeared at once pushed on by his desire of appearing friendly, and held back by the fear of intrusion.