“You married Glenlyon that you might bend him to serve you now?”
This time she lifted her head and looked at him with wild eyes.
“Yes.”
“You have not stopped at anything to attain this end,” said Lord Stair. “Madam, you should be more triumphant now that it is gained.”
She advanced a step toward him.
“Yea, I am clear of my vow,” she said in a distracted manner. “I think they lie quiet in their graves—I have done it—the blood of Glencoe—it is on you—always.”
She sank into a chair, leaning forward over the arm staring across the dusk as if she saw something menacing her. Lord Stair picked up the candle and flashed it before her face.
“Why have you come here?”
She looked at him behind the candle flame, and for the first time saw his face clearly; their glance met.
“Oh, you are changed!” she said in a terrified tone.