“Tut! tut!—Have you brought me any message from her?”
He spoke rather angrily.
“Nane but that she wasna weel, an’ wad write the morn.”
The marquis thought for a few moments.
“If I make a personal matter of it, MacPhail——I mean—you won’t refuse me if I ask a personal favour of you?”
“I maun ken what it is afore I say onything, my lord.”
“You may trust me not to require anything you couldn’t undertake.”
“There micht be twa opingons, my lord.”
“You young boor! What is the world coming to? By Jove!”
“As far ’s I can gang wi’ a clean conscience, I’ll gang,—no ae step ayont,” said Malcolm.