'I agree with you, by Jove.'
But Mary did not perceive that they misunderstood each other.
'Sir Redmond is guiltless of romance as any man living, I believe, Miss Wellwood,' said Captain Colville, 'but London life makes one sadly prosaic and incredulous.'
'Has it made you so?'
'I hope not—I can scarcely say. But did not my old friend Dr. Wodrow hint that some old legend is connected with those stones, or the ruin, on yonder knoll by the river?'
'The Holy Hill?'
'Yes.'
'Ah,' said Mary, as a smile rippled over her bright face, 'that is not a legend—it is history.'
'About what?'
'A miller's daughter who married a king.'