meat?" (searching with a fork among the broth, and fishing up a cutlet of mutton)—"I think I could eat a bit—it's as tough as if the devil's dam had hatched it."
"If there is any thing better in the house, sir," said Milnwood, alarmed at these symptoms of disapprobation———
"No, no," said Bothwell, "it's not worth while, I must proceed to business.—You attend Poundtext, the presbyterian parson, I understand, Mr Morton?"
Mr Morton hastened to slide in a confession and apology.
"By the indulgence of his gracious majesty and the government, for I wad do nothing out of law—I hae nae objection. whatever to the establishment of a moderate episcopacy, but only that I am a country-bred man, and the ministers are a hamelier kind of folk, and I can follow their doctrine better; and, with reverence, sir, it's a mair frugal establishment for the country."
"Well, I care nothing about that,"
