Ursula had always hated him.
"'Ursula!' shouted old Hugh, 'come here and tell this scoundrel he lies.
He says that you met Kenneth MacNair in the beechgrove last Tuesday.
Tell him he lies! Tell him he lies!' "Ursula was no coward.

She looked scornfully at poor Ramsay.
"'The creature is a spy and a tale-bearer,' she said, 'but in this he does not lie.

I DID meet Kenneth MacNair last Tuesday.' "'And you dare to tell me this to my face!' roared old Hugh.

'Back to your room, girl! Back to your room and stay there! Take off that finery.
You go to no more dances.

You shall stay in that room until I choose to let you out.