She's a capital manager, an' winna chairge ye ower muckle." Donal could but yield, and presently went out for a stroll.
He wandered along the bank of the river till he came to the foot of the hill on which stood the castle.

Seeing a gate, he approached it, and finding it open went in.

A slow-ascending drive went through the trees, round and round the hill.

He followed it a little way.

An aromatic air now blew and now paused as he went.