I'm a plain, canty creature; godliness is cheerfulness, says I; give me my fiddle and a dram, and I wouldna hairm a flee.' 'And I repeat my question,' said M'Brair: 'Are you fit--fit for this great charge?
fit to carry and save souls ?' 'Fit?
Blethers! As fit's yoursel',' cried Haddo.
'Are you so great a self-deceiver ?' said M'Brair.

'Wretched man, trampler upon God's covenants, crucifier of your Lord afresh.

I will ding you to the earth with one word: How about the young woman, Janet M'Clour ?' 'Weel, what about her?
what do I ken ?' cries Haddo.

'M'Brair, ye daft auld wife, I tell ye as true's truth, I never meddled her.

It was just daffing, I tell ye: daffing, and nae mair: a piece of fun, like! I'm no denying but what I'm fond of fun, sma' blame to me! But for onything sarious--hout, man, it might come to a deposeetion! I'll sweir it to ye.
Where's a Bible, till you hear me sweir ?' 'There is nae Bible in your study,' said M'Brair severely.
And Haddo, after a few distracted turns, was constrained to accept the fact.
'Weel, and suppose there isna ?' he cried, stamping.