But it's no merryin' Eppy he'll be efter, or ony the likes o' 'im!" "You don't surely hint," said Donal, "that there's anything between her and lord Forgue?
She must be an idle girl to take such a thing into her head!" "I wuss weel she hae ta'en 't intil her heid! she'll get it the easier oot o' her hert?
But 'deed, sir, I'm sair feart! I speakna o' 't for my ain sake; for gien there be trowth intil't, there can never be mair 'atween her and me! But, eh, sir, the peety o' 't wi' sic a bonny lass!--for he canna mean fair by her! Thae gran' fowk does fearsome things! It's sma' won'er 'at whiles the puir fowk rises wi' a roar, an' tears doon a', as they did i' France!" "All you say is quite true; but the charge is such a serious one!" "It is that, sir! But though it be true, I'm no gaein' to mak it 'afore the warl'." "You are right there: it could do no good." "I fear it may du as little whaur I am gaein' to mak it! I'm upo' my ro'd to gar my lord gie an accoont o' himsel'.

Faith, gien it bena a guid ane, I'll thraw the neck o' 'im! It's better me to hang, nor her to gang disgraced, puir thing! She can be naething mair to me, as I say; but I wud like weel the wringin' o' a lord's neck! It wud be like killin' a shark!" "Why do you tell me this ?" asked Donal.
"'Cause I look to you to get me to word o' the man." "That you may wring his neck ?--You should not have told me that: I should be art and part in his murder!" "Wud ye hae me lat the lassie tak her chance ohn dune onything ?" said the fisherman with scorn.
"By no means.

I would do something myself whoever the girl was--and she is the granddaughter of my best friends." "Sir, ye winna surely fail me!" "I will help you somehow, but I will not do what you want me.

I will turn the thing over in my mind.

I promise you I will do something--what, I cannot say offhand.