The theologians had a glimmer o' the fac' whan they made sae muckle o' justice, only their justice is sic a meeserable sma' bit plaister eemage o' justice, 'at it maist gars an honest body lauch.

They seem to me like shepherds 'at rive doon the door-posts, an' syne block up the door wi' them." Donal told him of the quarrel he had had with lord Forgue, and asked him whether he thought he had done right.
"Weel," answered the cobbler, "I'm as far frae blamin' you as I am frae justifeein' the yoong lord." "He seems to me a fine kin' o' a lad," said Donal, "though some owerbeirin'." "The likes o' him are mair to be excused for that nor ither fowk, for they hae great disadvantages i' the position an' the upbringin'.

It's no easy for him 'at's broucht up a lord to believe he's jist ane wi' the lave." Donal went for a stroll through the town, and met the minister, but he took no notice of him.

He was greatly annoyed at the march which he said the fellow had stolen upon him, and regarded him as one who had taken an unfair advantage of him.

But he had little influence at the castle.