But Mr.Treddles has fitted it up for the convenience of the country, poor man, he was a public-spirited man when he had the means." "Duntarkin a public-house!" I exclaimed.
"Ay!" said the fellow, surprised at my naming the place by its former title; "ye'll hae been in this country before, I'm thinking ?" "Long since," I replied.

"And there is good accommodation at the what-d'ye-call-'em arms, and a civil landlord ?" This I said by way of saying something, for the man stared very hard at me.
"Very decent accommodation.

Ye'll no be for fashing wi' wine, I'm thinking; and there's walth o' porter, ale, and a drap gude whisky" (in an undertone)--"Fairntosh--if you call get on the lee-side of the gudewife--for there is nae gudeman.

They ca' her Christie Steele." I almost started at the sound.

Christie Steele! Christie Steele was my mother's body-servant, her very right hand, and, between ourselves, something like a viceroy over her.