"De'il a fear o' me," said he, "an' my mother doesna pit her finger in the pye."
At that moment his shoulder was seized by old Mause, who had contrived to thrust herself forward into the lobby of the apartment.
"O, hinny; hinny!" said she to Cuddie, hanging upon his neck, "glad and proud, and sorry and humbled am I, a' in ane and the saame instant, to see my bairn ganging to testify for the truth gloriously with his mouth in council, as he did with his weapon in the field."
"Whisht, whisht, mother," cried Cuddie impatiently. "Odd, ye daft wife, is this a time to speak o' thae things?—I tell ye I'll testify naething either ae gate or another. I hae spoken to Mr Poundtext, and I'll tak the declaration, or whate'er they ca' it, and we're a' to win free off if we do that—he's gotten life for himsel and a' his folk, and that's a minister for my siller; I like nane o' your sermons that end in a psalm at the Grassmarket."
