'A secret, auntie? Ha, ha!' I laugh. 'I have it, auntie! I have it!'
And I kiss her there and then.
'It is Townley's secret and yours. He has proposed, and you are to—'
But auntie has run out of the room.
And now, come to think of it, there is something to add to all this.
Can you guess my secret, reader mine?
Irene, my darling Irene and I, Murdoch M'Crimman, are also to be—
But, there, you have guessed my secret, as I guessed auntie's.
And just let me ask this: Could any better plan have been devised of burying the hatchet betwixt two rival Highland clans, and putting an end for ever to a blood feud?
THE END.