Girl," she added, turning on me fiercely, "tell me that man's name." "His name is Lord Glenthirsk" "Lord Glenthirsk! The same face and the same name and _you_ in his arms.
Is God then making a sequel to the story which I finished this day?
Come," and she hobbled back to the _stoep_.

"Be seated," she said when we had reached it.

"Now, speak; no, Suzanne, give me that kaross." I handed her the rug, wondering what she meant to do with it, and disturbed as I was, nearly burst into hysterics when I saw her solemnly place it upon Ralph's knees saying, "The man has lost his garments and will catch a chill." "Would you kindly explain," said Ralph blandly, "what the old lady is at now?
Really I do not feel cold." "Your kilt surprises her," I stammered; whereat he began to laugh.
"Silence," she exclaimed in so vigorous a voice that he stopped at once.
"Now tell your story; no, I forgot, the man is not educated, do you interpret for him, Suzanne." "First I have something to say for myself, grandmother," I answered, and in a few words I told that Ralph and I were affianced, though I had said nothing of it, because I wished to give him opportunity to change his mind if he should desire to do so.
"Change his mind!" said the old lady, with a glare of indignation, "I should like to see him dare to change his mind, this Englishman whom you seem to have honoured thus, _opsitting_ with him without my leave.

A lord indeed?
What do I care for lords?
The question is whether I should not order the English creature off the place; yes, and I would do it were not his face the face of Ralph's cousin, and his name the name Glenthirsk." When I had interpreted as much of this speech as I thought necessary, there was a little silence, after which Ralph began to speak very solemnly.
"Listen, Suzanne," he said, "and repeat my words to your great-grandmother.

She says that my name is Lord Glenthirsk, but within the last few days I have come to believe that it is nothing of the sort, but only plain Ralph Mackenzie." "What do you mean ?" I asked, astonished.
"I mean, Suzanne, that if your legitimate descent from that Ralph Mackenzie who was cast away about sixty years ago on the coast of the Transkei can be proved--as I believe it can, for I have made inquiries, and find that his marriage to your grandmother to which her mother who still lives can bear witness, was duly registered--then _you_ are the Baroness Glenthirsk of Glenthirsk, and I, the descendant of a younger son, am only Lieutenant Ralph Mackenzie of Her Majesty's--Highlanders." "Oh! Ralph, how can this be ?" I gasped.