“An’ I tell you there is a thoroughfare, an’ ye hae but to wull the trowth to ken ’at there is. There was a ro’d here lang or yer lordship’s father was merried upo’ yer lordship’s mither, an’ the law—what o’ ’t yer lordship hasna the makin’ o’—is deid agen ye: that I can priv. Hae me up: I can tak my aith as weel ’s onybody whan I’m sure.”
“I will do so; but in the meantime you must get off my property.”
“Weel, stan’ by, an’ I s’ be aff o’ ’t in less time nor yer lordship.”
“You must go back.”
“Hooly an’ fairly! Bide till the gloamin’, an’ I s’ gang back—never fear. I’ the mids o’ the meantime I’m gaein’ aff o’ yer property the nearest gait—an’ that’s straucht efter my nose.”
She tried, for the tenth time or so, to pass, but turn as she might, he confronted her. She persevered. He raised the stick he carried, perhaps involuntarily, perhaps thinking to intimidate her. Then was the air rent with such an outcry of assault as grievously shook the nerves of his lordship.
“Hold your tongue, you howling jade!” he cried—and the epithet sufficed to destroy every possible remnant of forbearance in the mind of Grizzie.
“There’s them ’at tells me, my lord,” she said with sudden calm, “’at that’s hoo ye misca’d Annie Fyfe, puir lass, whan she cam efter ye, fifty year ago, to yer father’s hoose, an’ gat na a plack to haud her an’ her bairn frae the roadside! Ye needna girn like that, my lord! Spare yer auld teeth for the gnashin’ they’ll hae to du. —Though ye fear na God nor regaird man, yer hoor’ll come, an’ yer no like to bid it walcome.”
Beside himself with rage, Lord Lick-my-loof would have laid hold of her, but she uttered a louder cry than before—so loud that James Gracie’s deaf colley heard her, and, having a great sense of justice, more courage than teeth, and as little regard to the law of trespass as Grizzie herself, came, not bounding, but tearing over the land to her rescue, as if a fox were at one of his sheep. He made straight for his lordship.
Now this dog was one of the chief offences of the cottage, for he had the moral instinct to know and hate a bad man, and could not abide Lord Lick-my-loof. He had never attacked him, for the colley cultivated self-restraint, but he had made his lordship aware that there was no friendship in his heart towards him.