He caused a cold round of beef to be placed before the Scot in the butler's pantry, together with a foaming tankard of home-brewed, and took pleasure in seeing the hearty appetite with which these unwonted edibles were discussed by Robin Oig M'Combich.

The Squire himself lighting his pipe, compounded between his patrician dignity and his love of agricultural gossip, by walking up and down while he conversed with his guest.
"I passed another drove," said the Squire, "with one of your countrymen behind them.

They were something less beasts than your drove--doddies most of them.

A big man was with them.

None of your kilts, though, but a decent pair of breeches.