“Who?”

“Lord Stair.”

“Ye think he will be ruined?”

“What else? They will put it all on him—the King canna do less than dismiss him.”

“Weel, Jock, we dinna care.”

“Nay—I never liked him.”

“Nor I—and his wife, Jock, is a fule.”

“She willna’ abide by him if he be ruined.”

“She will leave him, Jock—ye think?”

“I know and he knows—she hasna’ a tie to hold her—she will be blithe of his disgrace.”