Meanwhile the guests stood by the fire--the young nobleman under the chimney, and his servants at some little distance.
"What do you think, Anderson," said the former, "of our fellow-traveller ?" "A stout fellow," replied Anderson, "if all be good that is upcome.
I wish we had twenty such, to put our Teagues into some sort of discipline." "I differ from you, Anderson," said Lord Menteith; "I think this fellow Dalgetty is one of those horse-leeches, whose appetite for blood being only sharpened by what he has sucked in foreign countries, he is now returned to batten upon that of his own.

Shame on the pack of these mercenary swordmen! they have made the name of Scot through all Europe equivalent to that of a pitiful mercenary, who knows neither honour nor principle but his month's pay, who transfers his allegiance from standard to standard, at the pleasure of fortune or the highest bidder; and to whose insatiable thirst for plunder and warm quarters we owe much of that civil dissension which is now turning our swords against our own bowels.

I had scarce patience with the hired gladiator, and yet could hardly help laughing at the extremity of his impudence." "Your lordship will forgive me," said Anderson, "if I recommend to you, in the present circumstances, to conceal at least a part of this generous indignation; we cannot, unfortunately, do our work without the assistance of those who act on baser motives than our own.

We cannot spare the assistance of such fellows as our friend the soldado.

To use the canting phrase of the saints in the English Parliament, the sons of Zeruiah are still too many for us." "I must dissemble, then, as well as I can," said Lord Menteith, "as I have hitherto done, upon your hint.