I'll tell my papa." "Hoot! whisht, missie!" said Angus.

"It was by yer papa's ain orders I gae him the whup, an' he weel deserved it forby.

An' gien ye dinna gang awa, an' be a guid yoong leddy, I'll gie 'im mair yet." "I'll tell God," shrieked Ginevra with fresh energy of defensive love and wrath.
Again he sought to remove her, but she clung so, with both legs and arms, to the insensible Gibbie, that he could but lift both together, and had to leave her alone.
"Gien ye daur to touch 'im again, Angus, I'll bite ye--bite ye--BITE YE," she screamed, in a passage wildly crescendo.
The laird and Fergus had walked away together, perhaps neither of them quite comfortable at the orders given, but the one too self-sufficient to recall them, and the other too submissive to interfere.

They heard the cries, nevertheless, and had they known them for Ginevra's, would have rushed to the spot; but fierce emotion had so utterly changed her voice--and indeed she had never in her life cried out before--that they took them for Gibbie's and supposed the whip had had the desired effect and loosed his tongue.
As to the rest of the household, which would by this time have been all gathered in the coach-house, the laird had taken his stand where he could intercept them: he would not have the execution of the decrees of justice interfered with.
But Ginevra's shrieks brought Gibbie to himself.

Faintly he opened his eyes, and stared, stupid with growing pain, at the tear-blurred face beside him.