philosophy—things that you, Craigie, know nothing about more than myself, God help me—But it will break his pride though, and that's what I'm driving at."
"Distance me," said Craigengelt, "but I know the reason now of his unmannerly behaviour at his old tumble-down tower yonder—Ashamed of your company?—no, no!—Gad, he was afraid you would cut in and carry off the girl."
"Eh! Craigengelt?" said Bucklaw—"do you really think so?—but no, no!—he is a devilish deal prettier man than I am."
"Who—he?" exclaimed the parasite-"he is as black as the crook; and for his size—he's a tall fellow, to be sure—but give me a light, stout, middle-sized"
"Plague on thee!" said Bucklaw, interrupting him, "and on me for listening to you!—you would say as much if I were hunch-backed. But as to Ravenswood—he has kept no terms with me—I'll keep
