He could not stay on the verandah any longer, so he cudgelled his brains for an excuse to get away. He would go to bed; that was the best place for him.
"I have a dreadful toothache, Maggie," he said. "Please make my excuses to your father and Elsie. I can hardly speak. I shall come to prayers when the bell rings, if I am better; but do not expect me."
"I am so sorry," said Maggie; "and I hope you will soon get better."
"Good night, Maggie," he whispered.
"Good night, Alec."
He went into the "prophet's chamber," and shut the door.