“Have you ever seen this ghost that there is such a noise about?”
“Ghost? Na, goodness be thankit! I never saw a ghost in my life, save ance a wraith. What ghost do you mean?”
“So you never saw nor heard tell of any apparition about Wineholm-place, lately?”
“No, I hae reason to be thankfu’ I have not.”
“Weel, that beats the world! Wow, man, but ye are sair in the dark! Do you no think there are siccan things in nature, as folk no coming fairly to their ends, John?”
“Goodness be wi’ us! Ye gar a’ the hairs o’ my head creep, man. What’s that you’re saying?”
“Had ye never ony suspicions o’ that kind, John?”
“No; I canna say that I had.”
“None in the least? Weel, that beats the world!”
“O, haud your tongue—haud your tongue! We hae great reason to be thankfu’ that we are as we are!”