He did not stay long in her garden. All Black Hill oppressed him now. The dark crept in upon the light. She saw that it was so.
"He can be friends now with none. He sees in each one a partisan—his own or Ian's." She did not detain him, but when he rose to say good-by helped him to say it without delay.
He went, and she paced her garden, thinking of Ian who had done so great wrong, and Alexander who cried, "My enemy!" She stayed in the garden an hour, and then she turned and went to play piquet with the lonely, shriveled man, her brother.
CHAPTER XXIV
Two days after this Glenfernie rode to White Farm. Jenny Barrow met him with exclamations.
"Oh, Mr. Alexander! Oh, Glenfernie! And they say that you are amaist as weel as ever—but to me you look twelve years older! Eh, and this warld has brought gray into my hair! Father's gane to kirk session, and Gilian's awa'."
He sat down beside her. Her hands went on paring apples, while her eyes and tongue were busy elsewhere.
"They say you're gaeing to travel."