set up to be speeritual; I never did. I'm a plain, canty creature;
godliness is cheerfulness, says I; give me my fiddle and a dram, and I
wouldna hairm a flee."

"And I repeat my question," said M'Brair: "Are you fit--fit for this
great charge? fit to carry and save souls?"

"Fit? Blethers! As fit 's yoursel'," cried Haddo.

"Are you so great a self-deceiver?" said M'Brair. "Wretched man,
trampler upon God's covenants, crucifier of your Lord afresh. I will
ding you to the earth with one word: How about the young woman, Janet
M'Clour?"

"Weel, what about her? what do I ken?" cries Haddo. "M'Brair, ye daft
auld wife, I tell ye as true 's truth, I never meddled her. It was just
daffing, I tell ye: daffing, and nae mair: a piece of fun, like! I'm no'
denying but what I'm fond of fun, sma' blame to me! But for onything
sarious--hout, man, it might come to a deposeetion! I'll sweir it to ye.
Where's a Bible, till you hear me sweir?"

"There is nae Bible in your study," said M'Brair severely.

And Haddo, after a few distracted turns, was constrained to accept the
fact.

"Weel, and suppose there isna?" he cried, stamping. "What mair can ye
say of us, but just that I'm fond of my joke, and so 's she? I declare
to God, by what I ken, she might be the Virgin Mary--if she would just
keep clear of the dragoons. But me! na, deil haet o' me!"

"She is penitent at least," said M'Brair.

"Do you mean to actually up and tell me to my face that she accused me?"
cried the curate.

"I canna just say that," replied M'Brair. "But I rebuked her in the name
of God, and she repented before me on her bended knees."

"Weel, I daursay she's been ower far wi' the dragoons," said Haddo. "I
never denied that. I ken naething by it."

"Man, you but show your nakedness the more plainly," said M'Brair.
"Poor, blind, besotted creature--and I see you stoytering on the brink
of dissolution: your light out, and your hours numbered. Awake, man!" he
shouted with a formidable voice, "awake, or it be ower late."

"Be damned if I stand this!" exclaimed Haddo, casting his tobacco-pipe
violently on the table, where it was smashed in pieces. "Out of my house
with ye, or I'll call for the dragoons."

"The speerit of the Lord is upon me," said M'Brair with solemn ecstasy.
"I sist you to compear before the Great White Throne, and I warn you the
summons shall be bloody and sudden."

And at this, with more agility than could have been expected, he got
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