His sister, who knew all, and who would have carried--oh! how
gladly!--on her own heart, and for all her life long, that bitter
burden, pleaded to be allowed to go with him on what she knew full well
was a journey of sorrow and sore pain, but this he would not permit.
This sorrow and pain which were his own, he would share with no one,
and least of all with her upon whose life he had already cast so dark
a shadow. Hence she was at the house alone, her father not having yet
returned from an important meeting at a neighbouring village, when a
young man came to the door asking for young Mr. Cameron.
"Who is it, Kirsty?" she inquired anxiously, a new fear at her heart for
her brother.
"I know not, but he has neffer been in this Glen before whateffer,"
replied Kirsty, with an ominous shake of the head, her primitive
instincts leading her to view the stranger with suspicion. "But!" she
added, with a glance at her young mistress' face, "he iss no man to be
afraid of, at any rate. He is just a laddie."
"Oh, he is a YOUNG man, Kirsty?" replied her mistress, glancing at her
blue serge gown, her second best, and with her hands striving to tuck in
some of her wayward curls.
"Och, yess, and not much at that!" replied Kirsty, with the idea of
relieving her young mistress of unnecessary fears.
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