“Ye may du that, my lord.”
“You mean I may with safety?”
“I div mean that same, my lord.”
“You can hold your tongue then?”
“I can, an’ I wull my lord,” said Malcolm; but added in haste, “— ’cept it interfere wi’ ony foregane agreement or nat’ral obligation.”
It must be borne in mind that Malcolm was in the habit of discussing all sorts of questions with Mr Graham: some of the formulæ wrought out between them he had made himself thoroughly master of.
“By Jupiter!” exclaimed the marquis, with a pause of amusement. “Well,” he went on, “I suppose I must take you on your own terms. —They’ve been asking me to put a stop to these conventicles.”
“Wha has, my lord?”
“That’s my business.”
“Lat it be nae ither body’s, my lord.”