‘No,’ she gruffly replied.
‘There’s a little left of the bread and fish I had for supper,’ said Lachlan.
‘I always have plenty of fish,’ answered she, sharply.
‘Perhaps you like flesh better, then?’
‘Yes,’ she replied, in the same uncivil manner, while a strange, sneering smile flickered round her lips.
‘Will you have anything to drink, then?’ continued Lachlan.
‘No,’ abruptly answered the carlin.
‘What! woman; nothing to eat or drink! Then I suppose you have had your supper; but it must have been with the fairies, for I warrant you could have got none elsewhere between this and Beinnard, and that is a good many miles off.’
‘Perhaps,’ muttered the old hag.
‘Perhaps what, cailleach?’ questioned Lachlan; and, after a pause, finding she gave no answer, ‘Perhaps! I am afraid, you will catch cold, unless you throw off those wet clothes; and though I have no woman’s gear, you can have my greatcoat, and I can spare you a blanket besides.’