"Did I not tell ye no to heed yon screamin' English cratur wi' his revolutionary nonsense ?" "She means Simmons," interjected Malcolm with a little smile.

"He means well, mither, but A'm vexed aboot the tickets." "Mrs.McNish," said Maitland, "I happen to have two tickets that I can let you have." For an instant she hesitated.
"We can find a way in, I think, Mr.Maitland," said Malcolm, forestalling his mother's answer.

But with simple dignity his mother put him aside.
"A shall be verra pleased indeed to have the tickets, provided you can spare them, Mr.Maitland.Never mind, noo, Malcolm.

A ken well what ye're thinkin'.

He's gey independent and his mind is on thae revolutionary buddies o' his.