I know, indeed, a good deal quite to the contrary.

You are, it seems to me, something less than charitable--" M'Nab regarded him with an earnest, narrow, wintry look.

"I would not wish to deserve that epithet, Mr.Strickland.But the world is evil, and Satan stands close at the ear of the young, both the poor and them of place and world's gear! So I doubt not that he eats the husks.

I doubt not, either, that the Lord has a rod for him, as for us all, that will drive him, willy-nilly, home.

So I'll say good day, sir.
To-morrow I'll go again to the laird, and so every day until his summons comes." They parted at the manse door.