"Say nothing just now to distress or worry yourself, brother," she said, quickly.
He took no notice of her, he tapped the table before him with a massive paper-cutter, then he said in an odd tone,
"What were you saying to-day about Margaret's coming to Scotland?"
"The doctor wants her to have sea air and Scotch air, she wishes to come."
"Here?"
"No, not here. Somewhere (she does not care where) she has never seen. Some place, with no recollections clinging to it.
"Lornbay?"
"She has been there. No! not Lornbay."
"How would Inchbrae do?" her brother asked as he watched her face closely.
Her colour came and went, then her eyes filled with tears.