"You're fanciful, Gilian!...

We're no longer lassies; we're women! So the colors of things get a little different--that's all!" "Don't you love me, Elspeth ?" "Yes, I love you.

What has that to do with it ?" "Has it not?
Has love naught to do with it?
Love at all--all love ?" Elspeth parted her long dark hair into two waves, drew it before her, and began to braid it, sitting still, her limbs under her, upon the bed.

"I saw you on the moor walking and talking with grandfather.
What did he say to you ?" "You are changed and I said that you were changed.

He had not noticed--he would not be like to notice! Then he told me about the laird and you." "Yes.