"They're bonny lasses!" said Ian.
"Aye. They're so."
"But, oh, man! you should see Miss Delafield of Tower Place in Surrey!"
"Is she so bonny?"
"She's more than bonny. She's beautiful and high-born and an heiress. When I'm a colonel of dragoons—"
"Are you going to be a colonel of dragoons?"
"Something like that. You talk of thinking that you were this and that in the past. Well, I was a fighting-man!"
"We're all fighting-men. It's only what we fight and how."
"Well, say that I had been a chief, and they lifted me on their shields and called me king, the very next day I should have made her queen!"
"You think like a ballad. And, oh, man, you talk mickle of the lasses!"