The two women flew upon him to drag him out of bed.

Then first recovering his powers of motion, he sprung up in an agony of terror, and darted out between them, overturning Betty in his course.
'Ye rouch limmer!' cried Betty, from the floor.

'Ye lang-leggit jaud!' she added, as she rose--and at the same moment Shargar banged the street-door behind him in his terror--'I wat ye dinna carry yer coats ower syde (too long)!' For Shargar, having discovered that the way to get the most warmth from Robert's great-grandfather's kilt was to wear it in the manner for which it had been fabricated, was in the habit of fastening it round his waist before he got into bed; and the eye of Betty, as she fell, had caught the swing of this portion of his attire.
But poor Mrs.Falconer, with sunken head, walked out of the garret in the silence of despair.

She went slowly down the steep stair, supporting herself against the wall, her round-toed shoes creaking solemnly as she went, took refuge in the ga'le-room, and burst into a violent fit of weeping.

For such depravity she was not prepared.