As they sauntered slowly, almost solemnly home, she remembered it.

Some impulse far beyond her control or understanding urged her to say, "Dominie, when I am gone I leave Colin to you." He looked at her with a sudden enlightenment.

Her face had for a moment a far-away death-like predestination over it.

His heart sank like lead as he looked at her.
"Are you ill, Helen ?" "I have not been well for two weeks." He felt her hands; they were burning with fever.
"Let us go home," she said, and then she turned and gave one long, mournful look at the mountains and the sea and the great stretch of moorland.

Tallisker knew in his heart she was bidding farewell to them.