For a time neither spoke. At last, with a faint sigh, Mrs. Maclean turned.
"Did you see Ian on your way, Lora-mo-ghràidh?"
"No."
"Do not have speech with the old man to-night, dear one. He is not himself."
"Has he had the sight again?"
"Ay, Lora."
Again a silence fell. The girl stood moodily, with her eyes on the ground: the elder watched her with a steadfast, questioning look.
"Mary!"
Mrs. Maclean made no reply, but her eyes brought Lora's there with the answer that was in them.
"Ian has never had the sight again upon ... upon Alastair, has he?"