"
"You forget, Caleb," said his master, striving to force back the money
on his servant, and extricate the bridle from his hold--"you forget that
I have some gold pieces left of my own. Keep these to yourself, my old
friend; and, once more, good day to you. I assure you, I have plenty.
You know you have managed that our living should cost us little or
nothing."
"Aweel," said Caleb, "these will serve for you another time; but see ye
hae eneugh, for, doubtless, for the credit of the family, there maun be
some civility to the servants, and ye maun hae something to mak a show
with when they say, 'Master, will you bet a broad piece?' Then ye maun
tak out your purse, and say, 'I carena if I do'; and tak care no to
agree on the articles of the wager, and just put up your purse again,
and----"
"This is intolerable, Caleb; I really must be gone."
"And you will go, then?" said Caleb, loosening his hold upon the
Master's cloak, and changing his didactics into a pathetic and mournful
tone--"and you WILL go, for a' I have told you about the prophecy, and
the dead bride, and the Kelpie's quicksand? Aweel! a wilful man maun
hae his way: he that will to Cupar maun to Cupar.
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