Perhaps she thought the laird might still be looking! But it chanced the little scene came under the view of eyes less favourable; for she overtook Mrs.Hob marching with Clem and Dand.
"You're shurely fey, lass!" quoth Dandie.
"Think shame to yersel', miss!" said the strident Mrs.Hob.

"Is this the gait to guide yersel' on the way hame frae kirk?
You're shiirely no sponsible the day! And anyway I would mind my guid claes." "Hoot!" said Christina, and went on before them head in air, treading the rough track with the tread of a wild doe.
She was in love with herself, her destiny, the air of the hills, the benediction of the sun.

All the way home, she continued under the intoxication of these sky-scraping spirits.

At table she could talk freely of young Hermiston; gave her opinion of him off-hand and with a loud voice, that he was a handsome young gentleman, real well mannered and sensible-like, but it was a pity he looked doleful.

Only--the moment after--a memory of his eyes in church embarrassed her.