Ze affair is easy!" "Pipe up the clan and abduct her!" "Approach her mit a kilt!" But even those optimistic exhortations left the peer still melancholy.
"It sounds all very well," said he, "but my clansmen, as you call 'em, would expect such a devil of a lot from me too.

Old Tulliwuddle spoiled them for any ordinary mortal.

He went about looking like an advertisement for whisky, and called 'em all by their beastly Gaelic names.

I have never been in Scotland in my life, and I can't do that sort of thing.

I'd merely make a fool of myself.