"And what is wrong with Allan, Papa ?" "That's what I do not know," replied her father fretfully; "but I must away to Edinburgh this very day, so you'll need to hasten with my packing.

And bid Donald bring round the cart at once." But Moira stood dazed.

"But, Papa, you have not told me what is wrong with Allan." Her voice was quiet, but with a certain insistence in it that at once irritated her father and compelled his attention.
"Tut, tut, Moira, I have just said I do not know." "Is he ill, Papa ?" Again the girl's voice grew faint.
"No, no, not ill.

I wish he were! I mean it is some business matter you cannot understand.

But it must be serious if Mr.Rae asks my presence immediately.