He saw now that he could be of no service to Ginevra, and that his presence only made things worse for her.

But he saw also that she was unhappy about him, and that must not be.

He broke into such a merry laugh--and it had need to be merry, for it had to do the work of many words of reassurance--that she could scarcely refrain from a half-hysterical response as he walked from the room.

The moment he was out of the house, he began to sing; and for many minutes, as he walked up the gulf hollowed by the Glashburn, Ginevra could hear the strange, other-world voice, and knew it was meant to hold communion with her and comfort her.
"What do you know of that fellow, Angus!" asked his master.
"He's the verra deevil himsel', sir," muttered Angus, whom Gibbie's laughter had in a measure brought to his senses.
"You will see that he is sent off the property at once--and for good, Angus," said the laird.

"His insolence is insufferable.