“Did I tell you that I had a letter from Mr Stewart to-day, Shenac?” Hamish asked at last.
“No,” said Shenac; “was he well?”
“He has a call to be minister of the church in H—, and he is to go there soon; and he says if he can possibly do it he will come this way. It will be in six weeks or two months, if he comes at all.”
Shenac said nothing to this; but when Hamish had added a few more particulars, she said,—
“Perhaps it may seem foolish, Hamish, but I want to go soon.”
“Because of Evan?” asked her brother.
“Partly; or rather, because of Angus Dhu,” she said, laughing. “And Allister and Shenac would like it.”
“But they would never urge it against your will.”
“No; I suppose not. But it is uncomfortable; and, Hamish, it is not impossible that I might let myself be persuaded.”
Hamish looked grave.