Some bottles and glasses, with a plate of biscuits, on a table in a corner, seemed to indicate that the meeting was not entirely for business purposes; and yet there were no signs of any sort of enjoyment.

Nor was there a woman to be seen in the company.
Suddenly, at the open door, appeared a man whose shirt-sleeves showed very white against his other clothing which, like that of the rest, was of decent black.

He addressed the assembly thus: "Gin ony o' ye want to see the corp, noo's yer time." To this offer no one responded; and, with a slight air of discomfiture, for he was a busy man, and liked bustle, the carpenter turned on his heel, and re-ascended the narrow stairs to the upper room, where the corpse lay, waiting for its final dismission and courted oblivion.
"I reckon they've a' seen him afore," he remarked, as he rejoined his companion.

"Puir fallow! He's unco (uncouthly) worn.

There'll no be muckle o' _him_ to rise again." "George, man, dinna jeest i' the face o' a corp," returned the other.
"Ye kenna whan yer ain turn may come." "It's no disrespeck to the deid, Thamas.