The bond between her and her father had not been a pleasant one; she had not towards him that reverence which so grandly heightens love.
She had loved him pitifully--perhaps, dreadful thought! a little contemptuously.

The laird persuaded her not to see the body; taking every charge concerning it.
All that day things went on in the house much as usual, with a little more silence where had been much.

The wind lay moveless on the frozen earth; the sun shone cold as a diamond; and the fresh snow glittered and gleamed and sparkled like a dead sea of lightning.
The laird was just thinking which of his men to send to the village, when the door opened and in came Agnes.

Grannie had sent her, she said, to enquire after them.

Grannie had had a troubled night, and the moment she woke began to talk about the laird, and his visitors, and what the storm must have been round lonely Castle Warlock.