Good-by.

Take care of yourself, my dear." These were the earl's farewell words to her.

She was so accustomed to his goodness and kindness that she never thought much about them till long afterward, when kindness was gone, and goodness seemed the merest delusion and dream.
When his friends had departed, Lord Cairnforth sat silent and melancholy.

His cousin good-naturedly tried to rouse him into the usual contest at chess with which they had begun to while away the long winter evenings, and which just suited Lord Cairnforth's acute, accurate, and introspective brain, accustomed to plan and to order, so that he delighted in the game, and was soon as good a player as his teacher.
But now his mind was disturbed and restless; he sat by the fireside, listening to the fierce wind that went howling round and round the Castle, as the wind can howl along the sometimes placid shores of Loch Beg.
"I hope they have reached the Manse in safety.

Let me know, Malcolm, when the carriage returns.