But it was a foolish thing to do, for it'll only gar the lass think the mair o' him: they aye side wi' the ane they tak to be ill-used!" "I thought you said you would in any case have no more to do with her!" said Donal.
Kennedy was silent for a moment.
"A body may tear at their hert," he muttered, "but gien it winna come, what's the guid o' sweirin' oot it maun!" "Well," returned Donal, "it may be some comfort to you to know that, for the present at least, and I hope for altogether, the thing is put a stop to.

The housekeeper at the castle knows all about it, and she and I will do our best.

Her grandparents know too.

Eppie herself and lord Forgue have both of them promised there shall be no more of it.

And I do believe, Kennedy, there has been nothing more than great silliness on either side.