The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
CHAPTER XCII   'Mr. Pitwinnoch,' said the Leddy, on being shown into what she called 'the bottomless pit o' his consulting-room,' where he wrote alone,--'ye'll be surprised to see me, and troth ye may think it's no sma' instancy that has brought me sae far afield the day; for I hae been sic a lamiter with the rheumateese, that, for a' the last week, I was little better than a nymph o' anguish; my banes were as sair as if I had been brayed in a mortar, and shot into Spain.