Out on the terrace they walked up and down in the soft, bright morning light.

Mr.Touris seemed to wish company; he clung to Glenfernie until the latter must mount his horse and ride home.

Only for a moment did Alexander and Mrs.Alison have speech together.
"When will you be seeing Elspeth ?" "I hope this afternoon." "May joy come to you, Alexander!" "I want it to come.

I want it to come." He and Black Alan journeyed home.

As he rode he thought now and again of Ian, perhaps in Edinburgh according to his word of mouth, but perhaps, despite that word, on board some ship that should place him in the Low Countries, from which he might travel into France and to Paris and that group of Jacobites humming like a byke of bees around a prince, the heir of all the Stewarts.