And it pleased Alexander that it was all.

Ian was too wise to touch and finger the heart.

Ian, Ian, rich and deep and himself almost! Ten thousand Ian recollections pressed in upon Alexander.

Let Ian, an he would, go a-lusting after old dynasties! Yet was he Ian! In these months it was Ian memories that chiefly gave Alexander comfort.
They gave beyond what, at this time, Mrs.Alison could give.

At considerable intervals he went to Black Hill.