“Will you gie me a lock o’ your bonnie brown hair, to wear next my heart?”
“I’ll hae no charms made out o’ my hair. Tak’ my word, just as I gave it. As far as I know, I’ll stand by my word, when the right time comes.”
“If you would just say a word anent the time. I mean as to the probabilities.”
“I won’t. I can’t, Cluny. I havna the ordering o’ events. You’ll be back and forth doubtless. Where are you going?”
“To the Mediterranean service, on ane o’ the Henderson boats. I’ll be making siller on thae boats.”
“Dinna mak’ it for me. It is you, your ain sel’ 139 I’ll marry, and I wouldna mind if we started wi’ the wedding ring, as Mither did. Folks may happen live on love, but they canna live without it.”
“I would hae chosen you, Christine, from out o’ a warld fu’ o’ women, but I like to think o’ you as mine by predestination, as well as choice.”
“I didna think your Calvinism went that far, Cluny. They’ll be haeing a kirk session on your views, if you publicly say the like. Ye be to ta’ care o’ the elders, laddie.”
They could talk now cheerfully and hopefully, and Cluny went away from Christine that night like a new man, for
There is no pleasure like the pain