I could scarcely look away from him.

He was rather pale that evening, but there seemed to be a light behind his pallor, and his eyes seemed to see so much more than the purple and yellow of the heather and gorse as they rested on them.
After I had watched him silently for a little while I leaned forward and pointed to a part of the moor where there was an unbroken blaze of gorse in full bloom like a big patch of gold.
"That is where I was sitting when Wee Brown Elspeth was first brought to me," I said.
He sat upright and looked.

"Is it ?" he answered.

"Will you take me there to-morrow?
I have always wanted to see the place." "Would you like to go early in the morning?
The mist is more likely to be there then, as it was that day.

It is so mysterious and beautiful.
Would you like to do that ?" I asked him.
"Better than anything else!" he said.