"Gin't hadna been for you," said Sam'l, "I wid never hae thocht o't."
"I'm sayin' naething agin Bell," pursued the other, "but, man Sam'l, a body should be mair deleeberate in a thing o' the kind."
"It was michty hurried," said Sam'l, wofully.
"It's a serious thing to spier a lassie," said Sanders.
"It's an awfu' thing," said Sam'l.
"But we'll hope for the best," added Sanders, in a hopeless, voice.
They were close to the Tenements now, and Sam'l looked as if he were on his way to be hanged.
"Sam'l?"
"Ay, Sanders."
"Did ye--did ye kiss her, Sam'l?"