And you, master, have you been able to give battle valiantly to your bosom-snake?
You see I am in the way of smothering my vipers one by one." "I have commenced the battle, at least, Bucklaw, adn I have had a fair vision of an angel who descended to my assistance," replied the Master.
"Woe's me!" said his guest, "no vision can I expect, unless my aunt, Lady Grinington, should betake herself to the tomb; and then it would be the substance of her heritage rather than the appearance of her phantom that I should consider as the support of my good resolutions.

But this same breakfast, Master--does the deer that is to make the pasty run yet on foot, as the ballad has it ?" "I will inquire into that matter," said his entertainer; and, leaving the apartment, he went in search of Caleb, whom, after some difficulty, he found in an obscure sort of dungeon, which had been in former times the buttery of the castle.

Here the old man was employed busily in the doubtful task of burnishing a pewter flagon until it should take the hue and semblance of silver-plate.

"I think it may do--I think it might pass, if they winna bring it ower muckle in the light o' the window!" were the ejaculations which he muttered from time to time, as if to encourage himself in his undertaking, when he was interrupted by the voice of his master.
"Take this," said the Master of Ravenswood, "and get what is necessary for the family." And with these words he gave to the old butler the purse which had on the preceding evening so narrowly escaped the fangs of Craigengelt.
The old man shook his silvery and thin locks, and looked with an expression of the most heartfelt anguish at his master as he weighed in his hand the slender treasure, and said in a sorrowful voice, "And is this a' that's left ?" "All that is left at present," said the Master, affecting more cheerfulness than perhaps he really felt, "is just the green purse and the wee pickle gowd, as the old song says; but we shall do better one day, Caleb." "Before that day domes," said Caleb, "I doubt there will be an end of an auld sang, and an auld serving-man to boot.

But it disna become me to speak that gate to your honour, adn you looking sae pale.