The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
'Dinna be oure headstrong, my dear, but compose yoursel','--said the lady, perplexed, and in some degree alarmed at the mention of the lawyer's name.--  'Compose thysel, Girzy, and no meddle wi' me,' was the answer, in a less confident tone than the declaration he had just made, adding,--  'I never thought he would hae used me in this way.