'Wha' are ye to mak' sic remarks upo' yer betters?
A'body kens yer gran'father was naething but the blin' piper o' Portcloddie.' This was news to Robert--probably false, considering the quarter whence it came.

But his mother-wit did not forsake him.
'Weel, Mr.Lumley,' he answered, 'didna he pipe weel?
Daur ye tell me 'at he didna pipe weel ?--as weel's ye cud hae dune 't yersel', noo, Mr.
Lumley ?' The laugh again rose at Lumley's expense, who was well known to have tried his hand at most things, and succeeded in nothing.

Dooble Sanny was especially delighted.
'De'il hae ye for a de'il's brat! 'At I suld sweer!' was all Lumley's reply, as he sought to conceal his mortification by attempting to join in the laugh against himself.

Robert seized the opportunity of turning away and entering the house.
'That ane's no to be droont or brunt aither,' said Lumley, as he disappeared.
'He'll no be hang't for closin' your mou', Mr.Lumley,' said the shoemaker.
Thereupon Lumley turned and followed Robert into the inn.
Robert had delivered his message to Miss Napier, who sat in an arm-chair by the fire, in a little comfortable parlour, held sacred by all about the house.

She was paralytic, and unable to attend to her guests further than by giving orders when anything especial was referred to her decision.