Another station swept past, a trim little place with some picturesque cottages perched on the high ground about it. A marvellous vista of water, a long, winding lake in the midst of the mountains, was visible for a few moments, and then Ambrizette brought in tea.
Twenty minutes later, Sallie was up and dressed for the day, in a short-skirted shooting-suit of Harris tweed, heather-proof stockings and smart ankle-boots. When Slyne knocked and she went out to speak to him, he stood for a moment gazing at her with unbounded gratification, and then, "Gad! Sallie," said he, holding out his hand. "You're her ladyship to the life now. You'll certainly look your part at Loquhariot."
She smiled back at him. He was scarcely less trig than herself in his knickerbockers and Norfolk jacket.
"I hope—It isn't a place like Justicehall, is it, Jasper?" she asked anxiously.
He raised his eyebrows, and laughed, a little surprised.
"Why, scarcely," said he, "from what Jobling tells me. But—didn't you like the look of Justicehall? Well, I hope you won't actually despise Loquhariot, Sallie. 'Be it never so humble,' you know—"
CHAPTER XVII
THE MAN IN POSSESSION
"Is that Loquhariot!" asked Sallie.