Mag. I am a varra gude girl indeed, sir.
Ch. I was quite sure of it. (Gets his arm round her waist.)
Mag. I am a much better girl than nineteen out of twenty in these pairts. And they are all gude girls too.
Ch. My darling! (Kisses her.)
Mag. Oh, kind sir, what’s that for?
Ch. It is your reward for being a good girl.
Mag. Oh, sir, I did na look for sic a recompense; you are varra varra kind to puir little Maggie Macfarlane.
Ch. I cannot think what it is about you that fascinates me so remarkably.
Mag. Maybe it’s my beauty.
Ch. Maybe it is. It is quite possible that it may be, as you say, your beauty.