It was this silence, causing a fear lest the too rapidly developing mind might affect still more injuriously the imperfect and feeble body, which induced his guardian, counseled by Dr.Hamilton, to try a total change of life by sending him home to the shores of Loch Beg.
One thing certainly Mr.Cardross need not have dreaded--the child was no idiot.

An intelligence, precocious to an almost painful extent, was visible in that poor little face, which seemed thirstingly to take in every thing, and to let nothing escape its observation.
The carriage drove slowly through the woods and along the shore of the loch, Mr.Menteith and Mrs.Campbell sitting opposite to the earl, not noticing him much--even as a child he was sensitive of being watched -- but making occasional comments on the scenery and other things.
"There is the kirk tower; I mind it weel," said Mrs.Campbell, who still kept some accent of the clachan, though, like many Highlanders, she had it more in tone than in pronunciation, and often spoke almost pure English, which, indeed, she had taken pains to acquire, lest she might be transferred from her charge for fear of teaching him to speak as a young nobleman ought not to speak.

But at sight of her native place some touch of the old tongue returned.
"That is the kirk, nurse, where my father and mother are buried ?" "Yes, my lord." "Will there be many people there?
You know I never went to church but once before in all my life." "Would ye like not to go now?
If so, I'll turn back with ye this minute, my lamb--my lord, I mean." "No, thank you, nurse, I like to go.

You know Mr Menteith promised me I should go about every where as soon as I came to live at Cairnforth." "Every where you like that is not too much trouble to your lordship," said Mr.Menteith, who was always tenaciously careful about the respect, of word and act, that he paid, and insisted should be paid, to his poor young ward.
"Oh, it's no trouble to me; Malcolm takes care of that.

And I like to see the world.