"What do you think of Miss Sheldon, Johnnie?"
"She's nae sae bad."
"Oh, nonsense. She's an angel."
"Weel, I've seen waur."
Johnnie was evidently determined not to commit himself in any way, so Angus spoke straight out.
"What would you say if I married her, Johnnie?"
"Losh me," ejaculated Armstrong in dismay, "ye'll be clean daft to dae sic a thing. The auld Lord would never forgie ye, Maister. An' Mistress Cranstoun----"
"Oh, hang it. I'm not going to marry her," retorted Angus, snatching a necktie from Johnnie's paralysed grasp.
"I misdoubt me what the godly Mactab wull spier----"
"D-- Mactab."