Her family, I remembered, had remarked on Catriona's eyes and even named her for their colour; and she herself had been much in the habit to address me with a broad pronunciation, by way of a sniff, I supposed, at my rusticity.

No doubt, besides, but she lived in the same house as this letter came from.

So there remained but one step to be accounted for; and that was how Prestongrange should have permitted her at all in an affair so secret, or let her daft-like billet go in the same cover with his own.

But even here I had a glimmering.

For, first of all, there was something rather alarming about the young lady, and papa might be more under her domination than I knew.