Gazing amusedly at Robbie John.
Indeed, Robbie, you look like them prize fightin' men ye see up in the town.
Robbie John.
Well, there; is that any better.
He smiles half bitterly.
Ellen.
A wee bit. I wish Jennie Graeme seen you with that face. You wouldn't get your arm round her so easy then; would he Grand-da?
Grandfather.
A bonny wee girl she is, and has a fine farm and land comin' till her.
Aside.