"I suppose I'm jist to gang bock
again to Portray, Mrs. Heetaway, and that'll be a' you'll want o' me?"
This he said the moment the lady entered the room.
But Mrs. Hittaway did not want to lose his services quite so soon. She
expressed regret that her brother should have found himself unable to
discuss a subject that was naturally so very distasteful to him, and
begged Mr. Gowran to come to her again the next morning. "What I saw wi'
my ain twa e'es, Mrs. Heetaway, I saw, and nane the less because his
lairdship may nae find it jist tasteful, as your leddyship was saying.
There were them twa a-colloguing, and a-seetting ilk in ither's laps a'
o'er, and a-keessing--yes, my leddy, a-keessing as females, not to say
males, ought nae to keess unless they be mon and wife--and then not amang
the rocks, my leddy; and if his lairdship does nae care to hear tell o'
it, and finds it nae tasteful, as your leddyship was saying, he should nae
ha' sent for Andy Gowran a' the way from Portray, jist to tell him what he
wanna hear, now I'm come to tell't to him!"
All this was said with so much unction that even Mrs. Hittaway herself
found it to be not "tasteful.
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