"'I rather think ye will agree wi' me, sir, that 'Honour and shame from no condition rise; Act well your part'-- and he looked expressively at Sandy-- _there_ all the honour lies.' "'Unquestionably,' replied Mr Darsy, 'it is 'Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather and prunello.' "'Yes, sir,' said Willie-- 'For modes of faith, let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.' "'Certainly not--certainly not,' exclaimed Mr Darsy, in raptures. 'One self-approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers, and of loud hurrahs.' "'Nae denyin't,' said Willie; 'and to a' wha doot it, I wad say-- Know, then, this truth (enough for man to know), Virtue alone is happiness below.' And, as he repeated the last line, he laid his hand with solemn emphasis on his heart. "This last quotation did Willie's business. "'Come, come,' said Mr Darsy, shedding tears of delight, and taking Willie by the arm to conduct him into the house, 'let us settle this small matter at once, and off hand. Just say at once, my friend, the lowest sum you really will take for these horses, and they are mine. Sandy there is a well-meaning man, but he has his prejudices, as we all have.' "'Weel then, sir, juist to be at a word wi' ye,' replied Willie, 'I'll tak nine-and-twenty guineas for the black horse, and nineteen for the brown ane; and if that's no a bargain, I never gied or got ane in my life.' "'They're no worth the half o't, I manteen,' exclaimed Sandy, energetically. "'Hush, Sandy, hush, man,' said Mr Darsy. 'I'm sure the horses are a fair bargain. This honest man would never ask more than they are worth.' "'Wadna he, feth? said Sandy, with a satirical smile. 'Sir, I'm thinkin ye'll fin out that before ye're a week aulder. Wait ye till the horses hae been twa days in the plough, and ye'll see whether he has asked mair than the worth o' them or no. I wadna trust him farrer than I could throw a bull by the tail.' "'Sandy, Sandy,' exclaimed Mr Darsy, in a deprecating tone, 'you have really a scandalous tongue. Have you forgot that beautiful verse in the universal prayer-- 'Teach me to feel another's wo; To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.' "'That's a' very weel, sir; but I canna agree to hide the _cheat_ I see--that's a different sort o' thing a'thegither.' "'Sandy,' said Mr Darsy, in a still more angry tone, 'I really will hear no more of this.' And thus rebuked, Sandy said no more; he saw it would be useless. "Leaving the latter in charge of the horses, Mr Darsy and Willie now went into the house; and there the latter received the price of his cattle, together with a comfortable refection, during which he and his host kept up a running fire of quotations from Pope.