I hae a word to say to ye.

I hear tell that my lad is drinking far mair than is good either for himsel' or his business.

My lad, I care little for the business; let it go, if its anxieties are driving thee to whiskey.

David, remember what thou accused me of, yonder night, when this weary mill was first spoken of; and then think how I suffer every time I hear tell o' thee being the warse o' liquor.

And Jenny is greeting her heart out about thee.