Sadly.
I had o' coorse a will drawn up and signed by 'torney McAllan and was for lavin' ye nice an' comfortable when I was to be takin' away.
He breaks down.
Robbie, Robbie, my son, sure its not my heart you're for breakin'.
Samuel James.
Coorse I heerd from one o' the judges, Robbie, at the Feis that you had the touch o' a master, and all that sort o' thing; but I advise ye—
Here the grandfather shakes his stick at him threateningly.
I advise ye—of coorse its hard to know.
Grandfather.
Looking angrily at Samuel James.