The laird had said he wanted no explanations, and Colin gave him none.
Tallisker read the letter with a half smile.
"He is just the maist contrary, conceited young man I e'er heard tell o'.

Laird, as he wont come to us, I am going to him." The laird said nothing.

Any grief is better than a grief not sure.

It would be a relief to know all, even if that "all" were painful..