And I've had a pride in you, Alexander.
Now you'll be the laird.

Now let's sit quiet a bit." The snow fell, the fire burned, the clock ticked.

He spoke again.
"It's before an eye inside that you'll be a wanderer and a goer about yet--within and without, my laddie, within and without! Do not forget, though, to hold the old place together that so many Jardines have been born in, and to care for the tenant bodies and the old folk--and there's your brother and sister." "I will forget nothing that you say, father." "I have kept that to say on top of my mind....

The old place and the tenant bodies and old folk, and your brother and sister.

I have your word, and so," said the laird, "that's done and may drift by .-- Grizel, I wad sleep a bit.