He clasped his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Tallisker, you'll be sorry enough for your temper erelong.

You hae gien way mair than I did.

Ye ken how you feel about it." "I feel ashamed o' mysel', laird.

You'll no lay the blame o' it to my office, but to Dugald Tallisker his ain sel'.

There's a deal o' Dugald Tallisker in me yet, laird; and whiles he is o'er much for Dominie Tallisker." They were at the gate by this time, and Crawford held out his hand and said, "Come in, dominie." "No; I'll go hame, laird, and gie mysel' a talking to.