I love God with my whole heart and soul, my lady." Arctura tried to say she too loved him so, but her conscience interfered, and she could not.
"I don't say you don't love him," Donal went on; "but how you can love him and believe such things of him, I don't understand.

Whoever taught them first was a terrible liar against God, who is lovelier than all the imaginations of all his creatures can think." Lady Arctura swept from the room--though she was trembling from head to foot.

At the door she turned and called Davie.

The boy looked up in his tutor's face, mutely asking if he should obey her.
"Go," said Donal.
In less than a minute he came back, his eyes full of tears.
"Arkie says she is going to tell papa.

Is it true, Mr.Grant, that you are a dangerous man?
I do not believe it--though you do carry such a big knife." Donal laughed.
"It is my grandfather's skean dhu," he said: "I mend my pens with it, you know! But it is strange, Davie, that, when a body knows something other people don't, they should be angry with him! They will even think he wants to make them bad when he wants to help them to be good!" "But Arkie is good, Mr.Grant!" "I am sure she is.