Breadalbane put down his pen and pushed his chair back.
If the chiefs were not warned....
His light eyes glistened unpleasantly—certainly he had at least the Macdonalds in his hand.
He was returning to his letter with a smile on his thin lips when the door was suddenly opened and he swung round with his swift silent movement.
It was Campbell of Ardkinglass.
“Weel?” demanded the Earl, and his tone was haughty: his common usage.
Ardkinglass gave him a strange glance. “Macdonald o’ Glencoe is below,” he said dryly. “The chief and his twa sons asking for ye.”
Breadalbane rose stiffly:
“Macdonald o’ Glencoe—under my roof?” he said with narrowing eyes.
Ardkinglass nodded.