He at least was tortured by this kind of comfort.
"He's of the bettermer sort, _he_ is," said Matthew with a motion of his head towards the door at which Willy had gone out.

"He taks it bad, does Willy.

Ralph was chapfallen a laal bit, but not ower much.
Deary me, but ye've gat all sorts of sons though you've nobbut two.
Weel, weel," he added, as though reconciling himself to Willy's tenderness and Ralph's hardness of heart, "if there were na fells there wad be na dales." Matthew had turned over his cup to denote that his meal was finished.
The dame rose and resumed her seat by the fire.

During the day she had been more cheerful, but with the return of the night she grew again silent, and rocked herself in her chair.
"It's just t'edge o' dark, lass," said Matthew to Rotha while filling his pipe.

"Wilt thoo fetch the cannels ?" The candles were brought, and the old man lit his pipe from one of them and sat down with Mrs.Ray before the fire.
"Dus'ta mind when Angus coomt first to these parts ?" he said.