For the idiot, he counted him nothing.

He had better wait, however, until there should be no boiling liquid ready to her hand.
Janet set out the dinner, peeled some potatoes, and approaching Angus, would have fed him.

In place of accepting her ministration, he fell to abusing her with the worst language he could find.

She withdrew without a word, and sat down to her own dinner; but, finding the torrent of vituperation kept flowing, rose again, and going to the door, fetched a great jug of cold water from the pail that always stood there, and coming behind her prisoner, emptied it over his face.

He gave a horrid yell taking the douche for a boiling one.
"Ye needna cry oot like that at guid cauld watter," said Janet.