"I hope she is not a Methodist."
"She is a Roman Catholic."
"A Roman Catholic! A Campbell can get no further downward than that. Your forefathers fought—and, thank God, mostly killed—a Roman Catholic on sight. Ah weel, I suppose it is the money."
"Oh, no! David would not marry for money."
"He didn't anyhow. He married a poor, plain, beggarly sewing-girl."
"She was a minister's daughter, and he loved her."
"Weel, Robert Campbell, I hope you have emptied your creel o' bad news. If you have any more tak' it back to where it came from. I'll not listen to another word from you."
"I must ask you, what you wish about this house? If you desire to remain here, I will not sell it."
"I'll not stop in it, any longer than it takes me to move out o' it. You are no kin to me now, and thank God, I am not come to a dependence on a Scotch turncoat, or even an American citizen!"
"Do you think Christina would like the use o' it?"