Hall Haddo, I summon you to quit this kirk which you encumber.' 'Muckle obleeged!' says Haddo, winking.
'You and me have been to kirk and market together,' pursued M'Brair; 'we have had blessed seasons in the kirk, we have sat in the same teaching-rooms and read in the same book; and I know you still retain for me some carnal kindness.

It would be my shame if I denied it; I live here at your mercy and by your favour, and glory to acknowledge it.

You have pity on my wretched body, which is but grass, and must soon be trodden under: but O, Haddo! how much greater is the yearning with which I yearn after and pity your immortal soul! Come now, let us reason together! I drop all points of controversy, weighty though these be; I take your defaced and damnified kirk on your own terms; and I ask you, Are you a worthy minister?
The communion season approaches; how can you pronounce thir solemn words, "The elders will now bring forrit the elements," and not quail?
A parishioner may be summoned to-night; you may have to rise from your miserable orgies; and I ask you, Haddo, what does your conscience tell you?
Are you fit?
Are you fit to smooth the pillow of a parting Christian?
And if the summons should be for yourself, how then ?' Haddo was startled out of all composure and the better part of his temper.

'What's this of it ?' he cried.

'I'm no waur than my neebours.
I never set up to be speeritual; I never did.