"There's something queery about her, though I canna bottom 't." "Yea ?" said Gavinia, with mild contempt.
He continued pulling at his pipe, grunting as if in pleasant pain, which was the way Corp smoked.
"I could see she's no pleased, though he has found a wy," he said.
"What pleasure should she be able to sook out o' his keeping ding-ding-danging on about that woman ?" retorted Gavinia.
"What woman ?" "The London besom that gae him the go-by." "Was there sic a woman!" Corp cried.
"Of course there was, and it's her that he's aye writing about." "Havers, Gavinia! It's Grizel he's aye writing about, and it was Grizel that gae him the go-by.

It's town talk." But whatever the town might say, Gavinia stuck to her opinion.
"Grizel's no near so neat in her dressing as she was," she informed Corp, "and her hair is no aye tidy, and that bonnet she was in yesterday didna set her." "I've noticed it," cried Corp.

"I've noticed it this while back, though I didna ken I had noticed it, Gavinia.

I wonder what can be the reason ?" "It's because nobody cares," Gavinia replied sadly.

Trust one woman to know another! "We a' care," said Corp, stoutly.
"We're a' as nothing, Corp, when he doesna care.