She took care to school her expression, not giving away any of her feelings.

Take my advice for what it’s worth—don’t marry Garth: marry some old fool.

But as a wyckyd person he contemnyd all admonicions, desirid to finishe his treyterons purpose, and after that he had eatyn of that holy supper, he depertyd out of Christes companye, and with all dil[i]gence sowght how to haue his admonitour slaine.

The cascrom, or foot-plough, was at this time unknown in Arran.