And is she e'en gane ?" "She died yesterday," said Ravenswood; "and desired to be buried here beside her husband; you know where he lies, no doubt ?" "Ken where he lies!" answered the sexton, with national indirection of response.

"I ken whar a'body lies, that lies here.

But ye were speaking o' her grave?
Lord help us, it's no an ordinar grave that will haud her in, if a's true that folk said of Alice in her auld days; and if I gae to six feet deep--and a warlock's grave shouldna be an inch mair ebb, or her ain witch cummers would soon whirl her out of her shroud for a' their auld acquaintance--and be't six feet, or be't three, wha's to pay the making o't, I pray ye ?" "I will pay that, my friend, and all other reasonable charges." "Reasonable charges!" said the sexton; "ou, there's grundmail--and bell-siller, though the bell's broken, nae doubt--and the kist--and my day's wark--and my bit fee--and some brandy and yill to the dirgie, I am no thinking that you can inter her, to ca' decently, under saxteen pund Scots." "There is the money, my friend," said Ravenswood, "and something over.
Be sure you know the grave." "Ye'll be ane o' her English relations, I'se warrant," said the hoary man of skulls; "I hae heard she married far below her station.

It was very right to let her bite on the bridle when she was living, and it's very right to gie her a decent burial now she's dead, for that's a matter o' credit to yoursell rather than to her.

Folk may let their kindred shift for themsells when they are alive, and can bear the burden of their ain misdoings; but it's an unnatural thing to let them be buried like dogs, when a' the discredit gangs to the kindred.