Awake, man!' he shouted with a formidable voice, 'awake, or it be ower late.' 'Be damned if I stand this!' exclaimed Haddo, casting his tobacco-pipe violently on the table, where it was smashed in pieces.

'Out of my house with ye, or I'll call for the dragoons.' 'The speerit of the Lord is upon me,' said M'Brair with solemn ecstasy.
'I sist you to compear before the Great White Throne, and I warn you the summons shall be bloody and sudden.' And at this, with more agility than could have been expected, he got clear of the room and slammed the door behind him in the face of the pursuing curate.

The next Lord's day the curate was ill, and the kirk closed, but for all his ill words, Mr.M'Brair abode unmolested in the house of Montroymont..