They are all for by-ends, the whole clan of them! It's this that makes me seem to misdoubt your lordship's liking.
Why would I think that you would like me?
But ye told me yourself ye had an interest!" I stopped at this, confounded that I had run so far; he was observing me with a unfathomable face.
"My lord, I ask your pardon," I resumed.

"I have nothing in my chafts but a rough country tongue.

I think it would be only decent-like if I would go to see my friend in her captivity; but I'm owing you my life, I'll never forget that; and-if it's for your lordship's good, here I'll stay.

That's barely gratitude." "This might have been reached in fewer words," says Prestongrange, grimly.

"It is easy, and it is at times gracious, to say a plain Scots 'ay'." "Ah, but, my lord, I think ye take me not yet entirely!" cried I."For _your_ sake, for my life-safe, and the kindness that ye say ye bear to me--for these, I'll consent; but not for any good that might be coming to myself.