"Come, let me present you to this damsel, my friend--and one of your own country- women.

Elliot, ma mie," she said to my mistress, "here is this kind lass, a Scot like yourself, who has guided me all the way from the castle hither, and, faith, the way is hard to find.

Do you thank her for me, and let her sit down in your house: she must be weary with the weight of her basket and her linen"-- for these, when she spoke to me, I had laid on the ground.

With this she led me up to Elliot by the hand, who began to show me very gracious countenance, and to thank me, my face burning all the while with confusion and fear of her anger.
Suddenly a new look, such as I had never seen before on her face in her light angers, came into her eyes, which grew hard and cold, her mouth also showing stiff; and so she stood, pale, gazing sternly, and as one unable to speak.

Then-- "Go out of my sight," she said, very low, "and from my father's house! Forth with you for a mocker and a gangrel loon!"-- speaking in our common Scots,--"and herd with the base thieves from whom you came, coward and mocking malapert!" The storm had fallen on my head, even as I feared it must, and I stood as one bereft of speech and reason.
The Maid knew no word of our speech, and this passion of Elliot's, and so sudden a change from kindness to wrath, were what she might not understand.
"Elliot, ma mie," she said, very sweetly, "what mean you by this anger?
The damsel has treated me with no little favour.