Arnold found Mr.
Bishopriggs to be quite irresistible.

He answered, humoring the joke, "One at the top and one at the bottom of the table, I suppose ?" "One at tap and one at bottom ?" repeated Mr.Bishopriggs, in high disdain.

"De'il a bit of it! Baith yer chairs as close together as chairs can be.

Hech! hech!--haven't I caught 'em, after goodness knows hoo many preleeminary knocks at the door, dining on their husbands' knees, and steemulating a man's appetite by feeding him at the fork's end like a child?
Eh!" sighed the sage of Craig Fernie, "it's a short life wi' that nuptial business, and a merry one! A mouth for yer billin' and cooin'; and a' the rest o' yer days for wondering ye were ever such a fule, and wishing it was a' to be done ower again .-- Ye'll be for a bottle o' sherry wine, nae doot?
and a drap toddy afterwards, to do yer digestin' on ?" Arnold nodded--and then, in obedience to a signal from Anne, joined her at the window.

Mr.Bishopriggs looked after them attentively--observed that they were talking in whispers--and approved of that proceeding, as representing another of the established customs of young married couples at inns, in the presence of third persons appointed to wait on them.
"Ay! ay!" he said, looking over his shoulder at Arnold, "gae to your deerie! gae to your deerie! and leave a' the solid business o' life to Me.