"It is I who must go to him.

If I had waited on the mountain I should never have missed him.

He is waiting for me there now." She flung off the bedclothes and rose, a gaunt, white figure from which all the gracious lines of womanhood had long since departed.

Her silvery hair hung in two great plaits from her shoulders, wonderful hair that shone in the shaded lamplight with a lustre that seemed luminous.
"Will I have to fetch Master Scott to ye ?" said Biddy, eyeing her wistfully.

"He's very tired, poor young man.