'Yes, my son Lennard's son.'
'Shafto Gyle!' said Madelon bewildered.
'What do you mean?'
'What I say, my leddy.'
'This is Major Melfort's only son.'
'Only nephew! The bairn I nursed—the son of Lennard Melfort and my darling Flora—was named after her, Florian, and was like herself, dark-haired, dark-eyed, and winsome. Where is he? What is the meaning of this, Mr. Shafto? I recognise ye now, though years hae passed since I saw ye.'
'She is mad or drunk!' exclaimed Shafto, starting up savagely.
'I am neither,' said Madelon, firmly and defiantly.
'Turn her out of the house!' said Shafto, with his hand on the bell.
'There is some trick here—where is Florian?'