I read that one autumn in Argyle--slowly--about two chapters a day, making it last as long as I could." "Isn't it fine ?" said Jean.

"John Splendid, who never spoke the truth except to an enemy! Do you remember the scene with the blind widow of Glencoe?
And John Splendid was so gallant and tactful: 'dim in the sight,' he called her, for he wouldn't say 'blind'; and then was terrified when he heard that plague had been in the house, and would have left without touching the outstretched hand, and Gordon, the harsh-mannered minister, took it and kissed it, and the blind woman cried, 'O Clan Campbell, I'll never call ye down--ye may have the guile they claim for ye, but ye have the way with a woman's heart,' and poor John Splendid went out covered with shame." Jean's eyes were shining, and she had forgotten to be awkward and tongue-tied.
"I remember," said Lord Bidborough.

"And the wonderful descriptions--'I know corries in Argyle that whisper silken' ...

do you remember that?
And the last scene of all when John Splendid rides away ?" "Do you cry over books, Jean ?" Pamela asked.

She was sitting on the end of the sofa, her embroidery frame in her hand and her cloak on, ready to go when her brother had finished looking at Jean's treasures.
Jean shook her head.