“I know nothing about theology.”
“I don’t fancy you do, my lady; but this concerns biography rather than theology. No one could tell what I meant except he had watched his own history, and that of people he knew.”
“And horses too?”
“It’s hard to get at their insides, my lady, but I suspect it must be so. I’ll ask Mr Graham.”
“What Mr Graham?”
“The schoolmaster of Portlossie.”
“Is he in London, then?”
“Yes, my lady. He believed too much to please the presbytery, and they turned him out.”
“I should like to see him. He was very attentive to my father on his death-bed.”
“Your ladyship will never know till you are dead yourself what Mr Graham did for my lord.”