The short dry cough with which Mrs Mac-Candlish received this proposal, by no means indicated any dislike to the overture abstractedly considered, but only much doubt ow far it would succeed under the auspices of the gentleman by whom it was proposed. It was not a cough negative, but a cough dubious, and as such Glossin felt it; but it was not his cue to take offence.
"Have there being brisk doings on the road, Mrs Mac-Candlish? plenty of company, I suppose?"
"Pretty weel, sir,—but I believe I am wanted at the bar."
"No, no,—stop one moment, cannot you, to oblige an old customer?—Pray do you remember a remarkably tall young man, who lodged one night in your house last week?"
"Troth, sir, I canna weel say—I never take heed whether my company be lang or short, if they make a lang bill."
