“Ay did she, my lord.”
“Well, how did you sleep?”
“Middlin’ only.”
“How was that?”
“I dinna ken, ’cep it was ’at I was fule eneuch to fin’ the place gey eerie like.”
“Aha!” said the marquis. “You’ve had enough of it! You won’t try it again!”
“What’s that ye say, my lord?” rejoined Malcolm. “Wad ye hae a man turn ’s back at the first fleg? Na, na, my lord; that wad never du!”
“Oh! then, you did have a fright?”
“Na, I canna say that aither. Naething waur cam near me nor a dream ’at plaguit me—an’ it wasna sic an ill ane efter a’.”
“What was it?”