"Mr.Alexander has gone to the laird's room.

Mrs.
Grizel wad have ye all come, too, sae be ye move saftly and sit dumb." The three went.

The laird's room was large and somewhat grimly bare.
When his wife died he would have taken out every luxury.

But a great fire burned on the hearth and gave a touch of redemption.

A couch, too, had been brought in for the watcher at night, and a great flowered chair.