And see here, I've a message for Mr Gorman." "Mr Gorman ?" said I, remembering what I had been told.
"You are right, sonnie.

You do not know Mr Gorman," said the tradesman, slapping me on the back and laughing.

"If you did know him, I would have bid you tell him that people talk of him here, and say he lacks zeal in a good cause.

If lie is resolved to deal in turnips, he must deal in them largely, and not go behind our backs to them that deal in other trades.

Mark that." I confess it sounded very like a riddle, and I had to say the words over many times to myself before I could be sure of carrying them.
Then, my cart being loaded with straw, I bade Mr Callan good-day, and started on my long journey back to Knockowen..