He crackit a lot about the rights o' man--as man, and I was wi' him.

But I tell ye that you yoursel' have a better notion o' human kindness than ony Stocks, and though ye're no o' my party, yet I herewith propose a vote o' confidence in Maister Lewis Haystoun." The health was drunk solemnly yet with gusto, and under cover of it Lewis fled out of doors.

His despondency had passed, and a fit of fierce exhilaration had seized him.

Men still swore by his name; he was still loved by his own folk; small matter to him if a townsman had defeated him.

He was no vain talker, but a doer, a sportsman, an adventurer.