“Weel, David,” said Bell sympathetically.
“What d’ye think, Bell?”
“What dae you think, David?”
“I dinna ken what to think.”
“Neither div I,” said Bell; and there was a short pause, during which the ticking of the clock seemed unusually loud, and both heads began to move to each tick.
At length David took heart:
“We’re fairly in for’t noo, Bell,” said he with a sigh; “an’ after a’, Bell, do you no’ think we micht risk it?”
“It’s a very serious business, David, very; it is.”
“It’s a’ that, very indeed; but,” he added in his most persuasive tone, “ye’ll no’ say no, Bell. The fac’ is, we daurna stop now, so we’ll just say it’s settl’t.”
“I wad need some time to think it o’er,” was the reply.