‘He’ll please himsel’, na doubt,’ she observed.
‘But do you think there is any truth in what we hear?’ continued Barclay.
‘A’ll tell ye that when a’ ken what ye’re speirin’ about.’
‘Do you believe that he is courting Miss Raeburn?’ he asked, compelled to directness.
‘There’s jus’ twa that can answer that,’ said Granny, leaning forward and looking mysterious; ‘ane’s Whanland, and ane’s the lassie.’
‘Everybody says it is true, Mrs. Stirk.’
‘A’body’s naebody,’ said the old woman, ‘an’ you an’ me’s less.’
‘It would be a very suitable match, in my opinion,’ said the lawyer, trying another tack.
‘Aweel, a’ll just tell Whanland ye was speirin’ about it,’ replied Granny. ‘A’ can easy ask him. He doesna mind what a’ say to him.’
‘No, no, my good woman; don’t trouble yourself to do that! Good Lord! it does not concern me.’