"It was a favour so natural and so constantly rendered (till this nonesuch business) that the law has never looked to it.

And now admire the hand of Providence! A stranger is in Fleming's printing house, spies a proof on the floor, picks it up, and carries it to me.

Of all things, it was just this libel.

Whereupon I had it set again--printed at the expense of the defence: _sumptibus moesti rei_; heard ever man the like of it ?--and here it is for anybody, the muckle secret out--all may see it now.

But how do you think I would enjoy this, that has the life of my kinsman on my conscience ?" "Troth, I think you would enjoy it ill," said I.
"And now you see how it is," he concluded, "and why, when you tell me your evidence is to be let in, I laugh aloud in your face." It was now my turn.