After dinner they went outside and sat down on a bench in the garden.
It was a cool and pleasant evening. The sun had gone down in red fire
behind the Atlantic, and there was still left a rich glow of crimson in
the west, while overhead, in the pale yellow of the sky, some filmy clouds
of rose color lay motionless. How calm was the sea out there, and the
whiter stretch of water coming into Loch Roag! The cool air of the
twilight was scented with sweetbrier. The wash of the ripples along the
coast could be heard in the stillness.
4. The girl put her hand on her father's head, and reminded him that she
had had her big greyhound, Bras, imprisoned all the afternoon, and that
she had to go down to Borvabost with a message for some people who were
leaving by the boat in the morning.
"But you can not go away down to Borvabost by yourself, Sheila," said
Ingram. "It will be dark before you return."
"It will not be darker than this all the night through," said the girl.
5. "But I hope you will let us go with you," said Lavender, rather
anxiously; and she assented with a gracious smile, and went to fetch the
great deerhound that was her constant companion. And lo! he found himself
walking with a Princess in this wonderland, through the magic twilight
that prevails in northern latitudes. Mackenzie and Ingram had gone to the
front. The large deerhound, after regarding him attentively, had gone to
its mistress's side, and remained closely there.
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