Why so uppish wi' Philip Feltram?
See how ye threaped, and yet were wrong.

He's no tazzle--he's no taggelt.
Ask his pardon.

Ye must change, or he will no taggelt.

Go, in weakness, come in power: mark ye the words.

'Twill make a peal that will be heard in toon and desert, in the swirls o' the mountain, through pikes and valleys, and mak' a waaly man o' thee." The old man with these words, uttered in the broad northern dialect of his common speech, strode from the room and shut the door.