The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
'Gude forgi'e me,' said Claud to himself, 'but the creature grows sillier and sillier every day--I tell thee, Watty Walkinshaw, to pluck up the spirit o' manhood, and gang o'er this night to Kilmarkeckle, and speak to Miss Betty by yoursel about the wedding.'