“Is it by her wish?”
“Suppose I say it is.”
“Ay! but I won't suppose that, till you lay your right hand on your heart, and declare as an honest man, that—tut, man—this is nonsense. Meehaul, go home—I would rather there was friendship between us.”
“You were with Ellen, this night in the! Grassy Quarry.”
“Are you sure of that?”
“I saw you both—I watched you both; you left her beyond the Pedlar's Cairn, an' you're now on your way home.”
“An' the more mane you, Meehaul, to become a spy upon a girl that you know is as pure as the light from heaven. You ought to blush for doubtin' sich a sister, or thinkin' it your duty to watch her as you do.”
“Lamh Laudher, you say that you'd rather there was no ill-will between us.”
“I say that, God knows, from my heart out.”
“Then there's one way that it may be so. Give up Ellen; you'll find it for your own interest to do so.”