"She does nothing like any one else."
"Theodora is my wife. I love her. She suits me exactly."
"And I and your sisters no longer suit you."
"You are, as I said before, my mother and my sisters. You are Campbells. That is enough."
"And, blessed be our ancestors, we are a' pure Campbells! Your father was o' the Argyle clan, and I was o' the Cawdor clan, but whether Argyle, Cawdor, Breadalbane, or Laudon, we are a' Campbells. We a' wear the wild myrtle and we hae a' the same battle-cry, 'Wild Cruachan!' and we a' hae hated and loved the same folk and the same things, and even if I had nae ither claim on yen, I would only require to say, 'Robert Campbell, Margaret Campbell is needing ye.'"
"You are my mother. That claim includes all claims."
"Doubly dear for being a Campbell mother."
"Yes. I am glad and proud of that fact."
Then she stretched out her hand, and he clasped and held it firmly, as he walked with her to the door.
"Good-night, mother!" he said. "I must go to Dora now. We will drop this day out of our memories."