He seemed as if he had never before felt how dear they were, and how indispensable to his happiness.
"You are quite sure, Malcolm, that nobody knows we are coming?
I wished to go down at once to the Manse, and surprise them all." 'Ye'll easy do that, my lord, for there's naebody in sight but Sandy the ferryman, wha little kens it's the earl himsel he's kepit waiting sae lang." "And how's a' wi' ye, Sandy ?" said Lord Cairnforth, cheerily, when the old man was rowing him across.

"All well at home--at the Castle, the Manse, and the clachan"?
"Ou ay, my lord.

Except maybe the minister.

He's no weel.

He's missing Miss Helen sair." "Missing Miss Helen!" echoed the earl, turning pale.
"Ay, my lord.