“Well?” said the girl.
“What’s yer wull, my leddy?” returned Malcolm, as if roused from a reverie.
“Where’s your answer?”
“I said I wad be a yerl to please yer leddyship.—I wad be a flunky for the same rizzon, gien ’t was to wait upo’ yersel’ an’ nae ither.”
“I ask you,” said Florimel, more imperiously than ever, “what is the first thing you would do, if you found yourself no longer a fisherman, but the son of an earl?”
“But it maun be that I was a fisherman—to the en’ o’ a’ creation, my leddy.”
“You refuse to answer my question?”
“By no means, my leddy, gien ye wull hae an answer.”
“I will have an answer.”
“Gien ye wull hae ’t than—— But—”