SEWARD.
Ay, sir, and could do it again.
NORTH.
No. But you two are yet boys—on the sunny side of fifty—and I leave you, Seward, to act the guide to Buller up Cladich-Cleugh.
BULLER.
Pray, Mr North, what may be the name of that sheet of water?
NORTH.
In Scotland we call it Loch-Owe.
BULLER.
I am so happy—sir—that I talk nonsense.