I can see quite well that they rather resent my being here at all.

It is not personal, for when alone with me they are genial, almost brotherly; but the moment a few of them get together they are like a sort of jury, with me as the criminal before them.

It is an odd situation, and quite new to me.

I am pretty well accustomed to all sorts of people, from cannibals to Mahatmas, but I'm blessed if I ever struck such a type as this--so proud, so haughty, so reserved, so distant, so absolutely fearless, so honourable, so hospitable.

Uncle Roger's head was level when he chose them out as a people to live amongst.
Do you know, Aunt Janet, I can't help feeling that they are very much like your own Highlanders--only more so.