"I' richteousness an' trouth, my lord—in what's been an' what is to be."
"What! has he the second sight, like the piper?"
"He has the second sicht, my lord, but ane 'at gangs a sicht farther nor my auld daddy's."
"He could tell me, then, what's going to become of me?"
"As weel 's ony man, my lord."
"That's not saying much, I fear."
"Maybe mair nor ye think, my lord."
"Well, take him my compliments and tell him I should like to see him," said the marquis after a minute's silence.
"He'll come direckly, my lord."
"Of course he will," said the marquis.