It may be for your lordship's safety to say this fashious Davie Balfour is your friend and housemate.

Say it then; I'll never contradict you.

But as for your patronage, I give it all back.

I ask but the one thing--let me go, and give me a pass to see her in her prison." He looked at me with a hard eye.

"You put the cart before the horse, I think," says he.