But it's no use me tryin' 't.

O God! ance mair I pray thee to turn him frae the error o' 's ways afore he goes hence an' isna more.

And O dinna lat Robert gang efter him, as he's like eneuch to do.

Gie me grace to haud him ticht, that he may be to the praise o' thy glory for ever an' ever.
Amen.' Whether it was that the weary woman here fell asleep, or that she was too exhausted for further speech, Robert heard no more, though he remained there frozen with horror for some minutes after his grandmother had ceased.

This, then, was the reason why she would never speak about his father! She kept all her thoughts about him for the silence of the night, and loneliness with the God who never sleeps, but watches the wicked all through the dark.