didna he say that?  Ay, he ca’d me his bonny woman, ill as I deserved it at his han’.  An’ it’s no for me to say ae word agen you, Maister Sutherlan’, gin ye had been a hantle waur nor a young thochtless lad cudna weel help bein’.  An’ noo ye’re come hame, an’ nothing cud glaidden my heart mair, ‘cep’, maybe, the Maister himsel’ was to say to my man:  ‘Dawvid! come furth.’”

Hugh could make no reply.  He got hold of Margaret’s creepie, which stood in its usual place, and sat down upon it, at the old woman’s feet.  She gazed in his face for a while, and then, putting her arm round his neck, drew his head to her bosom, and fondled him as if he had been her own first-born.

“But eh! yer bonnie face is sharp an’ sma’ to what it used to be, Maister Sutherlan’.  I doot ye hae come through a heap o’ trouble.”

“I’ll tell you all about it,” said Hugh.

“Na, na; bide still a wee.  I ken a’ aboot it frae Maggy.  An’ guid preserve’s! ye’re clean perished wi’ cauld.  Lat me up, my bairn.”

Janet rose, and made up the fire, which soon cast a joyful glow throughout the room.  The peat-fire in the little cottage was a good symbol of the heart of its mistress:  it gave far more heat than light.  And for my part, dear as light is, I like heat better.  She then put on the kettle, —­ or the boiler I think she called it —­ saying: 

“I’m jist gaein’ to mak’ ye a cup o’ tay, Mr. Sutherlan’.  It’s the handiest thing, ye ken.  An’ I doot ye’re muckle in want o’ something.  Wad ye no tak’ a drappy oot o’ the bottle, i’ the mane time?”

“No, thank you,” said Hugh, who longed to be alone, for his heart was cold as ice; “I would rather wait for the tea; but I should be glad to have a good wash, after my journey.”

“Come yer wa’s, than, ben the hoose.  I’ll jist gang an’ get a drappy o’ het water in a decanter.  Bide ye still by the fire.”

Hugh stood, and gazed into the peat-fire.  But he saw nothing in it.  A light step passed him several times, but he did not heed it.  The loveliest eyes looked earnestly towards him as they passed, but his were not lifted to meet their gaze.

“Noo, Maister Sutherlan’, come this way.”

Hugh was left alone at length, in the room where David had slept, where David had used to pray.  He fell on his knees, and rose comforted by the will of God.  A few things of Margaret’s were about the room.  The dress he had seen her in at Mrs. Elton’s, was hanging by the bed.  He kissed the folds of the garment, and said:  “God’s will be done.”  He had just finished a hasty ablution when Janet called him.

“Come awa’, Maister Sutherlan’; come ben to yer ain chaumer,” said she, leading the way to the room she still called the study.  Margaret was there.  The room was just as he had left it.  A bright fire was on the hearth.  Tea was on the table, with eggs, and oatcakes, and flour-scones in abundance; for Janet had the best she could get for Margaret, who was only her guest for a little while.  But Hugh could not eat.  Janet looked distressed, and Margaret glanced at him uneasily.