"Softly, softly, ma'am," returned the marquis. "I did not say he should go in that style."
"He s' gang as my lord o' Colonsay or he s' no gang at your expense, my lord," said his antagonist.
"Really, ma'am, one would think you were my grandmother, to hear you order my affairs for me."
"I wuss I war, my lord: I sud gar ye hear risson upo' baith sides o' yer heid, I s' warran'."
The marquis laughed. "Well, I can't stand here all day," he said, impatiently swinging one leg.
"I'm weel awaur o' that, my lord," answered Miss Horn, rearranging her scanty skirt.
"How long are you going to keep me, then?"
"I wadna hae ye bide a meenute langer nor's agreeable to yersel'. But I'm in nae hurry sae lang's ye're afore me. Ye're nae ill to luik at, though ye maun hae been bonnier the day ye wan the hert o' my Grizel."
The marquis uttered an oath and left the door. Miss Horn sprang to it, but there was the marquis again. "Miss Horn," he said, "I beg you will give me another day to think of this."
"Whaur's the use? A' the thinkin' i' the warl' canna alter a single fac'. Ye maun do richt by my laddie o' yer ainsel', or I maun gar ye."