Golly: [Molly and Golly are sitting up with Hector's coffin the night before the burial] Golly: Do you know how I came to work here, Molly?
Molly MacDonald: Molly: It was a family thing, wasn't it? Your father worked here, and his father before him and so on.
Golly: Golly: No, Hector... didn't tell you the story, no?
Molly MacDonald: Molly: No.
Golly: Golly: Well, to begin with when I was a boy, I was a bit of a tearaway.
Molly MacDonald: Molly: Really?
Golly: Golly: Didn't get on with dad-a hard, unbending man. Used to knock me about, especially when the drink was on. Anyway, when I left school, he got me a place here, but I didn't want that. Under his thumb, under his fist all day. So, what I did is I took a silver tankard from the dining room. I hid it in my bedroom so that-well, I made sure that-my father would find it and haul me up in front of Hector's dad, which he did. And I got the push. By then my father kicked me out so I was disgraced, but I was free of him.
Molly MacDonald: Molly: So, how...?
Golly: Golly; Well after I caravaned, Molly, I worked on the roads. I took to the bottle big time. I was a mess. Meanwhile Hector's dad pegged out so Hector became the Laird. And then my father went. He was carrying a stag he'd shot. He just collapsed. Heart attack. Dead before he hit the heather. Anyway, at the funeral, Hector offered me my dad's job. Me... a thief, an outcast. He knew, Molly, he knew. I don't think I'd be here now if he hadn't done that... he saved my life. Underneath all that daftness, he was a great man. I'm so sorry I wasn't with him. I'll be sorry to the end of my days.