“Neil!” she answered. “Did ye send for the lad?”
“Three days ago.”
“When he does come, gie him the words I send him. You ken what they are.”
“I will say and do all you told me.”
“But dinna be cross wi’ the laddie. Gie him a fair hearing.”
“If he is sorry for a’ he has done——”
“He willna be sorry. Ye must e’en forgie him, sorry or not—Ye ken what the Domine said to me—when I spoke—o’ forgiving Neil—when he—was sorry?”
“The Domine said you were to remember, that while we were yet sinners God loved us, and Christ died for us.”
“Ay, while we—were—yet—sinners! that leaves room for Neil—and everybody else, Christine—Christine—I am weary, bairns—I will go to sleep now—gude night!”
Death had now become a matter of consent to Margot. She surrendered herself to her Maker, and bade her children “goodnight!”