Actor-Manager of Touring Company. "Confound our luck! The leading lady has deserted us in our hour of need—eloped with the ostler from yonder public-house—on this of all evenings, when the audience threatens to outnumber the cast."
Macdonald. "Man Sandy, are ye boggit?" Sandy. "Ay, Macdonald, I'm boggit."
Macdonald. "Ye canna get oot?" Sandy. "I'm no biding here for the pleesure o 't!"
Macdonald. "I doot ye'd like fine to come oot?" Sandy. "Ay, I would that."
Macdonald. "Weel, 'twad be a Christian act to pull ye oot, but verra deefficult—unless ye've no fairther use for your red coo."