She rose and put back her glittering hair.
“And I will go with you,” said Macdonald, rising too.
She looked over her shoulder; seemed to hesitate, a drift of the peat smoke floated between them, through it he saw her face, white, calm, and her narrow, brilliant eyes.
She picked up her damp coat and hat.
“I can go alone if you will put me on my road to Loch Awe,” she said. “It cannot be far.”
“Too far for you alone,” he cried. “You—surely you are afraid?”
Helen Fraser put on her coat and turned up the great collar before she answered.
“And are not you afraid to go any further through Jock Campbell’s lands?”
He was stung by her poise and strangeness. “Helen Fraser, ye are mad to think to go alone!”
She had caught up her hat and very swiftly opened the rough door.