The answer was indirect.
"It's a kittle cast she has gien me to play; but yet it's fair play, and I winna baulk her.

Mr.Osbaldistone, I dwell not very far from hence--my kinsman can show you the way--Leave Mr.Owen to do the best he can in Glasgow--do you come and see me in the glens, and it's like I may pleasure you, and stead your father in his extremity.

I am but a poor man; but wit's better than wealth--and, cousin" (turning from me to address Mr.Jarvie), "if ye daur venture sae muckle as to eat a dish of Scotch collops, and a leg o' red-deer venison wi' me, come ye wi' this Sassenach gentleman as far as Drymen or Bucklivie,--or the Clachan of Aberfoil will be better than ony o' them,--and I'll hae somebody waiting to weise ye the gate to the place where I may be for the time--What say ye, man?
There's my thumb, I'll ne'er beguile thee." "Na, na, Robin," said the cautious burgher, "I seldom like to leave the Gorbals;* I have nae freedom to gang among your wild hills, Robin, and your kilted red-shanks--it disna become my place, man." * [The _Gorbals_ or "suburbs" are situate on the south side of the River.] "The devil damn your place and you baith!" reiterated Campbell.

"The only drap o' gentle bluid that's in your body was our great-grand-uncle's that was justified* at Dumbarton, and you set yourself up to say ye wad derogate frae your place to visit me! * [Executed for treason.] Hark thee, man--I owe thee a day in harst--I'll pay up your thousan pund Scots, plack and bawbee, gin ye'll be an honest fallow for anes, and just daiker up the gate wi' this Sassenach." "Hout awa' wi' your gentility," replied the Bailie; "carry your gentle bluid to the Cross, and see what ye'll buy wi't.

But, if I _were_ to come, wad ye really and soothfastly pay me the siller ?" "I swear to ye," said the Highlander, "upon the halidome of him that sleeps beneath the grey stane at Inch-Cailleach."* * Inch-Cailleach is an island in Lochlomond, where the clan of MacGregor were wont to be interred, and where their sepulchres may still be seen.
It formerly contained a nunnery: hence the name of Inch-Cailleach, or the island of Old Women.
"Say nae mair, Robin--say nae mair--We'll see what may be dune.