So I shall live and die alone." "And what like is the man ye've chosen ?" demanded Eliza, turning to Nan.

"Not another of these music-daft creatures, I hope ?" "I think you'll quite approve, Aunt Eliza," answered Nan with a becoming meekness.

"I'm engaged to marry Roger Trenby." "Well, I hope ye'll be happier than maist o' the married folks I ken.
Eh!"-- with a chuckle--"but Roger's picked a stick for his own back!" Nan smiled.
"Do you think I'll be so bad to live with, then ?" "'Tisn't so much that you'll be bad with intent.

But you're that Varincourt woman's own great-grand-daughter.

Not that ye can help it, and I'm no blamin' ye for it.