I only meant I had nae objections to gang wi' ye.' 'And what for suld you or ony ither woman that I paid twa pun' five i' the half-year till, daur to hae objections to gaein' whaur I wantit ye to gang i' my ain hoose ?' 'Hoot, mem! it was but a slip o' the tongue--naething mair.' 'Slip me nae sic slips, or ye'll come by a fa' at last, I doobt, Betty,' concluded Mrs.Falconer, in a mollified tone, as she turned and led the way from the room.
They got a candle in the kitchen and proceeded up-stairs, Mrs.Falconer still leading, and Betty following.

They did not even look into the ga'le-room, not doubting that the dignity of the best bed-room was in no danger of being violated even by Robert, but took their way upwards to the room in which he kept his school-books--almost the only articles of property which the boy possessed.

Here they found nothing suspicious.
All was even in the best possible order--not a very wonderful fact, seeing a few books and a slate were the only things there besides the papers on the shelves.
What the feelings of Shargar must have been when he heard the steps and voices, and saw the light approaching his place of refuge, we will not change our point of view to inquire.

He certainly was as little to be envied at that moment as at any moment during the whole of his existence.
The first sense Mrs.Falconer made use of in the search after possible animals lay in her nose.

She kept snuffing constantly, but, beyond the usual musty smell of neglected apartments, had as yet discovered nothing.