"She would make an admirable dancer in the Carmagnole!" Macfarlane, who had preserved a discreet silence throughout the whole scene, here looked up.
"She's just a screech-owl o' mistaken piety," he said.

"She minds me o' a glowerin' auld warlock of an aunt o' mine in Glasgie, wha sits in her chair a' day wi' ae finger on the Bible.

She says she's gaun straight to heaven by special invitation o' the Lord, leavin' a' her blood relations howlin' vainly after her from their roastin' fires down below.

Ma certes! she'll give ye a good rousin' curse if ye like! She's cursed me ever since I can remember her,--cursed me in and out from sunrise to sunset,--but I'm no the worse for't as yet,--an' it's dootful whether she's any the better." "And yet Lovisa Elsland used to be as merry and lissom a lass as ever stepped," said Gueldmar musingly.

"I remember her well when both she and I were young.