CHAPTER XVI.
COLLOQUIES.
In the evening Donal went to see Andrew Comin.
"Weel, hoo are ye gettin' on wi' the yerl ?" asked the cobbler.
"You set me a good example of saying nothing about him," answered Donal; "and I will follow it--at least till I know more: I have scarce seen him yet." "That's right!" returned the cobbler with satisfaction.

"I'm thinkin' ye'll be ane o' the feow 'at can rule their ane hoose--that is, haud their ain tongues till the hoor for speech be come.

Stick ye to that, my dear sir, an' mair i'll be weel nor in general is weel." "I'm come to ye for a bit o' help though; I want licht upon a queston 'at 's lang triblet me .-- What think ye ?--hoo far does the comman' laid upo' 's, as to warfare 'atween man an' man, reach?
Are we never ta raise the han' to human bein', think ye ?" "Weel, I hae thoucht a heap aboot it, an' I daurna say 'at I'm jist absolute clear upo' the maitter.

But there may be pairt clear whaur a' 's no clear; an' by what we un'erstan' we come the nearer to what we dinna un'erstan'.

There's ae thing unco plain--'at we're on no accoont to return evil for evil: onybody 'at ca's himsel' a Christian maun un'erstan' that muckle.