"Houses—lands?" Traquair looked up shrewdly from the corner of his eye, but McTavish shook his head again.
"Power, then, Mr. McTavish?"
"No—not power."
"Glory?"
"No," said McTavish; "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid not."
"Then, sir," said Traquair, "it's a woman."
"No," said McTavish, and he blushed handsomely. "It's the woman."
"I withdraw my insinuation," said Traquair gravely.
"I thank you," said Mr. McTavish.
"I am glad, sir," said Traquair presently, "to find you in so generous a disposition, for we have need of your generosity. I have it from Miss McTavish herself," he went on gravely, "that your ancestor, so far as you know, was Colland McTavish."