That is all, Misteh
Chaihman, three weddings, a meeah tyifle, suh." The colonel laughed,
took a little imaginary Bourbon, and whiffed his cigar, while Mrs. Du
Plessis, her daughter, and the dominie blushed, but also smiled, to
think that explanations had been frankly made and the coast was clear.
"I suppose," said the Squire, "it will be my turn next to explain for
self and freens. The doctor says my nephew that's to be maun tak' a sea
voyage for the guid o's health, and Marjorie, wha sud be here by richts
to speak for hersel', is gaun tae kill twa birds wi' ane stane, tak care
o' her husband, and spier aifter her graun' fortune. But the meenister's
wantin' tae take her mither wi' him; sae the gudewife and me, we're
thinkin' o' sendin' aa the weans tae Susan at Dromore, and makin' a
pairty o't. We canna leave Bridesdale unproteckit, that means Sylvanus
and Tryphena 'll be pit in chairge till we're back, and they gang to
Sylvanus' ain fairm. Ony mair intentions?" Mr. Perrowne sought the
chairman's eye, and addressed him. "Mr. Chairman, unaccustomed as I am
to public speaking (derisive cheers), and unwilling as we are to obtrude
our private affairs upon what Virgil calls the _ignobile vulgus_ (hisses
from Messrs.
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