“Ay. I was asking you, Isla, which man did she love?”
“Sure she loved the man who gave her the ring.”
“Which man did she love?”
“O for sure, man, you’re asking me just like the lawyer who has the trials away at Balliemore on the mainland yonder.”
“Well, I’ll tell you that thing myself, Isla Macleod, if you’ll tell me the name of the woman.”
“I am not for knowing the name.”
“Was it Mary … or Jessie … or mayhap was it Silis, now?”
“I am not for knowing the name.”
“Well, well, it might be Silis, then?”
“Ay, for sure it might be Silis. As well Silis as any other.”