Wife and friend walked softly away.

In the solemn moment when these two long-parted souls met again there was no other love that could inter-meddle.
"My dear father--forgive me!" Then the laird kissed his recovered son, and said tenderly, "Son Colin, you are all I have, and all I have is yours." "Father, my wife and son." Then the old man proudly and fondly kissed Hope Crawford too, and he clasped the little lad in his arms.

He was well pleased that Hope had thought it worth while to minister to his comfort, and let him learn how to know her fairly.
"But it was your doing, Tallisker, I ken it was; it has your mark on it." And he grasped his old friend's hand with a very hearty grip.
"Not altogether, laird.

Colin had gone to Rome on business, and you were in sair discomfort, and I just named it to Mrs.Hope.After a' it was her proposal.

Naebody but a woman would hae thought o' such a way to win round you." Perhaps it was well that Colin was sick and very helpless for some weeks.