them. Perhaps that was the reason that their revenues were now far from
royal.

And meanwhile the red light still burned in the high windows of Castle
Dare, and two women were there looking out on the pale stars and the
dark sea beneath. They waited until they heard the plashing of oars in
the small bay below, and the message was brought them that Sir Keith had
got safely on board the great steamer. Then they turned away from the
silent and empty night, and one of them was weeping bitterly.

"It is the last of my six sons that has gone from me," she said, coming
back to the old refrain, and refusing to be comforted.

"And I have lost my brother," said Janet Macleod, in her simple way.
"But he will came back to us, auntie; and then we shall have great
doings at Castle Dare."




CHAPTER II.

MENTOR.


It was with a wholly indescribable surprise and delight that Macleod
came upon the life and stir and gayety of London in the sweet June time,
when the parks and gardens and squares would of themselves have been a
sufficient wonder to him. The change from the sombre shores of lochs Na
Keal, and Iua, and Scridain to this world of sunlit foliage--the golden