"Send him up here," said the Doctor. "I will silence him. What does the ignorant clown mean by joining in this unnatural clamour?"
John came up, with his broad bonnet in his hand, shut the door with hesitation, and then felt twice with his hand if it really was shut. "Well, John," said the Doctor, "what absurd lie is this that you are vending among your fellow servants, of having seen a ghost?" John picked some odds and ends of threads out of his bonnet, and said nothing. "You are an old superstitious dreaming dotard," continued the Doctor; "but if you propose in future to manufacture such stories, you must, from this instant, do it somewhere else than in my service, and among my domestics. What have you to say for yourself?"
"Indeed, sir, I hae naething to say but this, that we hae a' muckle reason to be thankfu' that we are as we are."
"And whereon does that wise saw bear? What relation has that to the seeing of a ghost? Confess then this instant, that you have forged and vended a deliberate lie."
"Indeed, sir, I hae muckle reason to be thankfu'"—
"For what?"
"That I never tauld a deliberate lee in my life. My late master came and spake to me in the stable; but whether it was his ghaist or himsell—a good angel or a bad ane, I hae reason to be thankfu' I never said; for I do—not—ken."
"Now, pray let us hear from that sage tongue of yours, so full of sublime adages, what this doubtful being said to you?"
"I wad rather be excused, an it were your honour's will, and wad hae reason to be thankfu'."
"And why should you decline telling this?"