We have not met these
forty years--he was twa years before me at the humanity classes--he is
a sweet youth."
"That was his father--his father--his father!--you old dotard Dot-and-
carry-one that you are," answered the goldsmith. "A sweet youth he
would have been by this time, had he lived, worthy nobleman! This is
his son, the Lord Nigel."
"His son!" said Ramsay; "maybe he will want something of a
chronometer, or watch--few gallants care to be without them now-a-
days."
"He may buy half your stock-in-trade, if ever he comes to his own, for
what I know," said his friend; "but, David, remember your bond, and
use me not as you did when my housewife had the sheep's-head and the
cock-a-leeky boiling for you as late as two of the clock afternoon."
"She had the more credit by her cookery," answered David, now fully
awake; "a sheep's-head over-boiled, were poison, according to our
saying."
"Well," answered Master George, "but as there will be no sheep's-head
to-morrow, it may chance you to spoil a dinner which a proverb cannot
mend. It may be you may forgather with your friend, Sir Mungo
Malagrowther, for I purpose to ask his worship; so, be sure and bide
tryste, Davie."
"That will I--I will be true as a chronometer," said Ramsay.
"I will not trust you, though," replied Heriot.--"Hear you, Jenkin
boy, tell Scots Janet to tell pretty Mistress Margaret, my god-child,
she must put her father in remembrance to put on his best doublet to-
morrow, and to bring him to Lombard Street at noon.
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