The tears were streaming down his odd face.

They went to her heart, and she was bitterly ashamed of herself.
'Come along.

Do sit down again.

I only wanted to see what you would do.
I am very sorry,' she said, in a tone of kindness such as Robert had never imagined.
He sat down instantly, saying, 'Eh, mem! it's sair to bide;' meaning, no doubt, the conflict between his inclination to tell her all, and his duty to be silent.
The dressing was soon finished, his hair combed down over it, and Robert looking once more respectable.
'Now, I think that will do,' said his nurse.
'Eh, thank ye, mem!' answered Robert, rising.

'Whan I'm able to play upo' the fiddle as weel 's ye play upo' the piana, I'll come and play at yer window ilka nicht, as lang 's ye like to hearken.' She smiled, and he was satisfied.