[_Skerryvore_, _Bournemouth_, _July_ 1886].
DEAR CHARLES,—Doubtless, if all goes well, towards the 1st of August we
shall be begging at your door. Thanks for a sight of the papers, which I
return (you see) at once, fearing further responsibility.
Glad you like Dauvit; but eh, man, yon’s terrible strange conduc’ o’ thon
man Rankeillor. Ca’ him a legal adviser! It would make a bonny
law-shuit, the Shaws case; and yon paper they signed, I’m thinking,
wouldnae be muckle thought o’ by Puggy Deas.—Yours ever,