The blood left his lusty countenance.
"For the Lord's sake dinna be hasty, sir!" he cried.

"I am truly wishfu' no to be offensive.

But ye ken, sir, I'm like a wheen guid-natured, honest, canty auld fallows--my bark is waur nor my bite.

To hear me, ye micht whiles fancy I was a wee thing dour; but na, na! its a kind auld fellow at heart, Sandie Sprott! And ye could never imagine the fyke and fash this man has been to me." "Very good, sir," said I."Then I will make that much freedom with your kindness, as trouble you for your last news of Mr.Drummond." "You're welcome, sir!" said he.

"As for the young leddy (my respec's to her!) he'll just have clean forgotten her.