S. R. Crockett 
Lochinvar 

‘Aye, ‘ said Mistress Crombie, house-keeper to Roger Mc Ghie, Laird of Balmaghie, a considerable house in the south-lying and better-cultivated part of the wild lands of Galloway—’aye, indeed, ye may well say it, Alisoun Begbie. It is a wondrous and most ungentle thing when the doe seeks the hart—panting and brayin’ for a man, as the Guid Buik says. And saw ye ever sic feathers?—I declare they nearly soopit the floor. My Lady Wellwood, or no my Lady Wellwood, I trow she didna come ridin’ by the hoose o’ Balmaghie only to ask the time o’ day, upsetting besom that she is!’