"It was a notion I had," said he, "to come back the way I would be leaving yon time—in the dark."
[1] Frisky.
CHAPTER XXX.
TELLS WHERE BRYDE MET HAMISH OG.
What would you be having me tell you now?—of how we carried the fish home from the skiff, of how we walked slowly up the shore road, with Bryde standing to look at the places he would have been remembering.
"I have been in many places," said he, "but I am not remembering so bonny a place as this."
Would it be pleasing you to hear that when we came to the Big House,
Bryde left me standing, and went through the wood behind the stackyard
and stood on the knowe and looked at the window where the Flower of
Nourn slept.
"Now," said he after that, "I will go to my mother."
"She will be awaiting," said I, "your mother and the boy Hamish—your brother."
"And who," said he stopping, "who is the father of my brother?" and there was a whistling of his breath in his nostrils.