Whatever there was that had moved, down there in the abyss, was asleep again.
"Old Steadfast, you are ruddy and joyous! How long since I was here, in the winter?
Four months?
Well, you've changed.

What is it ?...

Is it love?
Are you in love ?" "If I am--" Glenfernie rose and paced the room.

Coming to one of the narrow windows, he stood and looked out and down upon bank and brae and wood and field and moor.

He returned to the table.