"There should be no more fighting in her house," she said; "there had been too much already .-- And you, Mr.
Wakefield, may live to learn," she added, "what it is to make a deadly enemy out of a good friend." "Pshaw, dame! Robin Oig is an honest fellow, and will never keep malice." "Do not trust to that; you do not know the dour temper of the Scots, though you have dealt with them so often.

I have a right to know them, my mother being a Scot." "And so is well seen on her daughter," said Ralph Heskett.
This nuptial sarcasm gave the discourse another turn.

Fresh customers entered the tap-room or kitchen, and others left it.

The conversation turned on the expected markets, and the report of prices from different parts both of Scotland and England.

Treaties were commenced, and Harry Wakefield was lucky enough to find a chap for a part of his drove, and at a very considerable profit--an event of consequence more than sufficient to blot out all remembrances of the unpleasant scuffle in the earlier part of the day.