“Ou aye—yet bide a wee! Wha’ bee’s in y’r bonnet, now, laddie?”
“I go to find my enemy, Hector.”
“Save us a’! D’ye mean the leddy?”
“Herminia!” nodded Sir John. “’Tis a pretty name! Indeed, Hector, ’tis a sweet, pretty name—though vastly difficult to find a rhyme for——”
“And what’ll ye be after wi’ the deevilish jade?”
“To exact a just and lasting vengeance, Hector.”
“Hoot awa’, Johnnie—hoot-toot, ye canna fecht a wumman——”
“I can do worse, Hector!”
“Man John, wha’ dae ye mean?”
“I can marry her, Hector.”