"Nae, mon, I canna obleege ye."
"But, laird—"
"Will ye listen to me, Donald? As soon as I took yere note ye'd draw the twenty poonds, would ye no?"
Donald could not deny that he would.
"I ken ye weel, Donald," the laird continued, "and I ken that in three months ye'd nae be ready to pay me ma money. Then, ye ken, we'd quarrel. But if we're to quarrel, Donald, I'd rather do it noo, when I hae ma twenty poonds in ma pocket."
ASKER—"Could you lend me a V?"
TELLIT—"No, I couldn't."
ASKER—"Have you a friend that would lend me a V?"
TELLIT—"No. I have not a friend to spare."