She will have taught me a great deal about Mr.David--all the ill of him, and a little that was not so ill either now and then," she said, smiling.

"She will have told me all there was of Mr.David, only just that he would sail upon this very same ship.

And why is it you go ?" I told her.
"Ah, well," said she, "we will be some days in company and then (I suppose) good-bye for altogether! I go to meet my father at a place of the name of Helvoetsluys, and from there to France, to be exiles by the side of our chieftain." I could say no more than just "O!" the name of James More always drying up my very voice.
She was quick to perceive it, and to guess some portion of my thought.
"There is one thing I must be saying first of all, Mr.David," said she.
"I think two of my kinsfolk have not behaved to you altogether very well.

And the one of them two is James More, my father, and the other is the Laird of Prestongrange.

Prestongrange will have spoken by himself, or his daughter in the place of him.