The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
'In whatna other way, then,' said Walter helplessly, 'can I behave like a gentleman, or a laird o' yird and stane, wi' the retinue o' an ancient pedigree like my father's Walkinshaws o' Kittlestonheugh?'  ''Deed,' said Mr. Keelevin compassionately, 'I'm wae to say't--but I doot, I doot, it's past the compass o' my power to advise you.'