"It's all one nowadays.

You must excuse me, Mr .-- Mr.West.

I'm nervous, infernally nervous.

Come along, McNeil, we must be back in Wigtown in less than an hour.

Good-night, gentlemen, good-night!" The two clambered into their places; the factor cracked his whip, and the high dog-cart clattered away through the darkness, casting a brilliant tunnel of yellow light on either side of it, until the rumble of its wheels died away in the distance.
"What do you think of our new neighbour, Jamieson ?" I asked, after a long silence.
"'Deed, Mr.West, he seems, as he says himsel', to be vera nervous.
Maybe his conscience is oot o' order." "His liver, more likely," said I."He looks as if he had tried his constitution a bit.