Of our auld acquaintance Bingley and his good ladywife.

Aye, lass. I ken thee well. Dinna concern tha self for ol' McScribbler whose vaulting spirit is ever in th'Highlands (his truant heart yet insisting on remaining within his breast in the USA). Tha secret's safe wi me. My lips are sealed til Birnan Wood shall remove (AGAIN) to Dunsinane. Of Annastrophe, pray tell me more, for of her role, I canna ken. Am I meant to ken?

McScribbler of Clan Wallace