'She is sorry,' said my master, in a low voice.
And then the silence came down upon us again. Mrs. Janet cleared her throat, and held up her book so as to catch the remaining light, and Master Caleb leant his head upon his hand. I durst ask no more questions. But when I went away, he came out with me into the garden, over which the twilight was beginning to gather.
'I am very sorry, Master Caleb,' I took courage to say then.
'I know that you are, Willie.'
Quiet as he was, he spoke with a sort of effort, as if each word gave him pain.
'Scotland seems so far off.'
'Yes,—we shall see her face no more.'
'Is she very sorry? I am sure she does not want to go.'
'She said she had been happy here, God bless her. But I hope—I think—that such an one as she is must always be peaceful and happy. May He keep her so.'
'But Master Caleb, what will you do?'