'I can't tell that. But there's something to come out of the red head, I do believe. What is he thinking of?'
'Whether it be possible for him ever to be a gentleman. Noo I tak that for a good sign i' the likes o' him.'
'No doubt of it. What did you say to him?'
'I tellt him 'at hoo I didna think ye wad hae ta'en sae muckle fash gin ye hadna had some houps o' the kin' aboot him.'
'You said well. Tell him from me that I expect him to be a gentleman. And by the way, Robert, do try a little, as I think I said to you once before, to speak English. I don't mean that you should give up Scotch, you know.'
'Weel, sir, I hae been tryin'; but what am I to do whan ye speyk to me as gin ye war my ain father? I canna min' upo' a word o' English whan ye do that.'
Dr. Anderson laughed, but his eyes glittered.
Robert found Shargar busy over his Latin version. With a 'Weel, Shargar,' he took his books and sat down. A few moments after, Shargar lifted his head, stared a while at Robert, and then said,
'Duv you railly think it, Robert?'
'Think what? What are ye haverin' at, ye gowk?'