His manner lost its wariness and became almost genial.
'Ye've come up to see Glasgow, Mr Brand?
Well, it's a steerin' bit, and there's honest folk bides in it, and some not so honest.

They tell me ye're from South Africa.

That's a long gait away, but I ken something aboot South Africa, for I had a cousin's son oot there for his lungs.
He was in a shop in Main Street, Bloomfountain.

They called him Peter Dobson.

Ye would maybe mind of him.' Then he discoursed of the Clyde.