“Through thy scorn he may live, and even enjoy his life. The English officers do that.”
“This chicken is better than might be. Wilt thou have a little more of it?”
“Enough is plenty. I have had enough. At Conall Ragnor’s there is always good eating and I am going there for my supper. Wilt thou go with me? Then with Thora thou can talk. This beautiful young man is likely at Ragnor’s. It was too stormy for Mistress Brodie to go to her own house at the noonday. Dost thou see then, how it will be?”
“I will go with thee, I want to see Thora’s new dress. I need not notice the young man.”
“His name? Already I have forgotten it.”
“Odd was calling him ‘Macrae.’”
“Macrae! That is Highland Scotch. The Macraes are a good family. There is a famous minister in Edinburgh of that name. The Calvinists all swear by him.”
“This man sang in a full cathedral service. Dost thou believe a Calvinist would do that? He would be sure it was a disguised mass, and nothing better.”
Adam laughed as he said, “Well, then, go with me this night to Ragnor’s and between us we will find something out. A mystery is not pleasant to thee.”