Duv ye think I'm fleyt at her?
De'il a step 'll I gang till I please.

Tell her that, Meg.' Meg left the room, with a broad grin on her good-humoured face.
'What's the bitch lauchin' at ?' exclaimed MacGregor, starting to his feet.
The whole company rose likewise, using their endeavour to persuade him to go home.
'Duv ye think I'm drunk, sirs?
I'll lat ye ken I'm no drunk.

I hae a wull o' mine ain yet.

Am I to gang hame wi' a lassie to haud me oot o' the gutters?
Gin ye daur to alloo that I'm drunk, ye ken hoo ye'll fare, for de'il a fit 'll I gang oot o' this till I hae anither tum'ler.' 'I'm thinkin' there's mair o' 's jist want ane mair,' said Peddie.
A confirmatory murmur arose as each looked into the bottom of his tumbler, and the bell was instantly rung.

But it only brought Meg back with the message that it was time for them all to go home.