“Who then? Mrs Courthope? Eh?”
“Ow na, my lord—no Mistress Coorthoup! She’s a guid body, but she wadna believe her ain een gien onybody ca’d a minister said contrar’ to them.”
“Who the devil do you mean then?”
“Nae deevil, but an honest man ’at’s been his warst enemy sae lang ’s I hae kent him: Maister Graham, the schuilmaister.”
“Pooh!” said the marquis with a puff. “I’m too old to go to school.”
“I dinna ken the man ’at isna a bairn till him, my lord.”
“In Greek and Latin?”
“I’ richteousness an’ trowth, my lord; in what’s been an’ what is to be.”
“What! has he the second sicht, like the piper?”
“He has the second sicht, my lord—but ane ’at gangs a sicht farther than my auld daddy’s.”