"You must take my arm going back. I am sorry."
When they had left the chapel and locked the door, she took his arm without any further invitation.
"I will, if you don't mind," she said. "I am shaken, and that's the truth…. But what," and again the smile flickered—"what would The McTavish say if she saw us—her cousin and her housekeeper—dawdling along arm in arm?"
McTavish laughed. "I don't mind, if you don't."
They returned slowly by the long turf walk to the statue of Atlas.
"Now," said he, "how should I go about getting an interview with The
McTavish?"
"Well," said Mrs. Nevis, "it will not be for to-day. She is leaving within the hour for Beem-Tay in her motor-car."
"Oh, then I shall follow her to Beem-Tay."
"If you can do that," said Mrs. Nevis, "I will give you a line to my sister. Maybe she could help you. She's the housekeeper at Beem-Tay—Miss MacNish is her name." And she added as if by an after-thought. "We are twins."
"Are there two of you?" exclaimed McTavish.