“He isna changed. He has to go wi’ his uncle.”
“What did he say about marrying you? He ought to hae asked your feyther for ye?”
“For me?”
“Ay, for you.”
“Don’t say such words, Mither. There was no talk of marriage between us. What would Angus do with a girl like me for a wife?”
“You are gude enou’ for any man.”
“We are friends. We arena lovers. The lad has been friendly with the hale village. You mustna think wrang o’ him.”
“I do think vera wrang o’ him. He is just one kind o’ a scoundrel.”
“You hurt me, Mither. Angus is my friend. I’ll think nae wrang o’ him. If he was wrang, I was wrang, and you should hae told me I was wrang.”
“I was feared o’ hurting Neil’s chances wi’ him.”