“But why then did you not remember that you had done so?”
“You see, dearie, I hid it in my sleep, so then it was only in my sleep I knew where I had put it. There is two of us, I am thinking, lassie, and the one man does not always tell the other man all he knows. I ought to have trusted you, Christina; but I doubted you, and, as mother says, doubt aye fathers sin or sorrow of some kind or other.”
“You might have safely trusted me, Andrew.”
“I know now I might. But he is lifeless that is faultless; and the wrong I have done I must put right. I am thinking of Jamie Logan?”
“Poor Jamie! You know now that he never wronged you?”
“I know, and I will let him know as soon as possible. When did you hear from him? And where is he at all?”
“I don’t know just where he is. He sailed away yon time; and when he got to New York, he left the ship.”
“What for did he do that?”
“O Andrew, I cannot tell. He was angry with me for not coming to Glasgow as I promised him I would.”
“You promised him that?”