'I cannot lay down my head to-night, or sleep one wink till I have talked it all over.'
'Then, sit up, by all means, if it pleases you; but put out the candle and hold your tongue. I've got to be up early in the morning, and I want to sleep,' and thereupon he turned round on the other side.
'James Sangster! Wake up at once! and listen to me! I'm the mother of your children, and the wife of your bosom! Saint Peter says you are to give honour to your wife as the weaker vessel, and I insist on your attending to what I have to say!'
'Saint Peter wasn't married to a Scotch woman, or he'd have known better. Small weakness I see in any of you!'
'Mister Sangster! I will not allow the Scriptures to be spoken of in that irreverent manner. And you an elder of the Fre Church! For shame!'
'The Scriptures command wives to obey their husbands, and I tell you to put out your candle, and hold your tongue!'
'I won't have Scripture bandied in his irreverent way! Pray who are you? to take its sacred precepts in your lips, you worldly-minded man. But it's none of your fleeting temporal concerns I'm thinking about! It's the Church itself.'
'Well, my dear, it can keep till morning; it can't take fire to-night. That's one advantage of it's not being built yet! And you've deaved me often enough before about Widow Forester's kale-yard and all the rest of it--Get to bed!'
'It's not the church stance I'm thinking about. It's our souls! I'm afraid, nay I know we have been placing our immortal interests in the hands of a man of Belial!'
'What are you havering about, now, gude-wife?--man of Belial?--speak plain English or honest Scotch!'