The girl sat by a brazier of charcoal, with the scarlet-coated negro at hand doing her commands.

She was so busy at the chocolate making that when her uncle said, "Elspeth, I have brought you Mr.Garvald," she had no hand to give me.

She looked up and smiled, and went on with the business, while I stood awkwardly by, the scorn of the assured gentlemen around me.
By and by she spoke: "You and I seem fated to meet in odd places.

First it was at Carnwath in the rain, and then at the Cauldstaneslap in a motley company.

Then I think it was in the Tolbooth, Mr.Garvald, when you were very gruff to your deliverer.