I was in this frame, my heart beating, the grey eyes plain before me like two stars, when Andie broke in upon my musing.
“I see ye hae gotten guid news,” said he.
I found him looking curiously in my face; with that, there came before me like a vision of James Stewart and the court of Inverary; and my mind turned at once like a door upon its hinges. Trials, I reflected, sometimes draw out longer than is looked for. Even if I came to Inverary just too late, something might yet be attempted in the interests of James—and in those of my own character, the best would be accomplished. In a moment, it seemed without thought, I had a plan devised.
“Andie,” said I, “is it still to be to-morrow?”
He told me nothing was changed.
“Was anything said about the hour?” I asked.
He told me it was to be two o’clock afternoon.
“And about the place?” I pursued.
“Whatten place?” says Andie.
“The place I’m to be landed at,” said I.