"The lassie's bletherin', sir. I wis jist gettin' a feed. A' the cooks are kind tae the sodgers."
"Cupboard love, I suppose?"
"Na, beefsteak, sir."
"I'm afraid you'll be landed in for a breach of promise case. Pretty serious that, Tamson."
"I'll square her a' richt, sir."
"How?"
"Buy her a new shawl on piy-day."
"It's not a shawl your Mary Ann wants. It's love. Do you know what that means?"
"Fine, sir."
[pg 204] "What is it?"