Aye.

You'd always hear John Murchison's note in the finish." Finlay was listening with the look of a charmed animal.

Dr Drummond's voice was never more vibrant, more moving, more compelling than when he called up the past; and here to Finlay the past was itself enchanted.
"She always had those wonderful dark eyes.

She's pale enough now, but as a child she was rosy.

Taking her place of a winter evening, with the snow on her fur cap and her hair, I often thought her a picture.