Alexander did not analyze his feeling for her, but it was presently one of great liking.

Now she sat in her great chair while the maids went on with the unpacking, and questioned him about Glenfernie and all the family and life there.

She was slight, not tall, with hair prematurely white, needing no powder.

She sat and talked with her hand upon Ian.
While she talked she glanced from the one youth to the other.

At last she said: "Alexander Jardine, I love Ian dearly.