The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
'Reasons here, or reasons there,' said his mother, 'I hae gude reason to know that it's no in your power to prevent it.--Noo, Beenie, and noo, Walky, down on your knees baith o' you, and mak a novelle confession that ye were married the day; and beg your father's pardon, who has been so jocose at your wedding feast that for shame he canna refuse to conciliate, and mak a handsome aliment down on the nail.'