CHAPTER IX.
"...When I first saw Derek I thought I should never feel anything but shy and hopeless.

In four days, only in four days, the whole world is different....

And yet, if it hadn't been for that thunder-storm, I shouldn't have got over being shy in time.

He has never loved anybody--nor have I.It can't often be like that--it makes it solemn.
There's a picture somewhere--not a good one, I know--of a young Highlander being taken away by soldiers from his sweetheart.

Derek is fiery and wild and shy and proud and dark--like the man in that picture.
That last day along the hills--along and along--with the wind in our faces, I could have walked forever; and then Joyfields at the end! Their mother's wonderful; I'm afraid of her.