He stared a second, then laughed.
“But those I love do use my second name.”
“Yet I mislike it,” she said. “And ever in my thoughts you are Andrew.”
“Why do you mislike the name of John?” he asked.
“It is linked for me with the Master of Stair,” said Delia. “He is our enemy and hateful to me—I would not call you by the name of that accursed man.”
“Then call me what you will,” he answered swiftly. “There are strange names you will use to me yet—God knows! Farewell!”
“Ah, stay—for I have something to say,” she whispered.
He stopped, waiting; they stood in so dark a shadow that she could only see the outline of his figure.
“About the Macdonalds of Glencoe,” she said. “I would ask you to help me save them.”
Her voice fell very tenderly.