"For the dead know, and are content. There is no shaking off any sins, then—for that man."
"It is a lie."
"Maybe ay and maybe no."
"Well, have you more to be saying to me? I am obliged to you for your company, but it is not needing it I am, though no offense."
"Och, man, there's no offense between you and me. Sure, there's Iona in me, too; for the father of my father married a woman that was the granddaughter of Tomais Macdonald, who was a fisherman there. No, no; it is rather warning you I would be."
"And for what?"
"Well, well, just because of that laugh I heard about."
"What laugh?"
"The laugh of Adam Blair that is dead."