toward the house, had set foot upon these. Strickland, halting in the
shadow of hazels and young aspens, watched them as they crossed. Their
step was free and light; they came with a kind of hardy grace,
elastic, poised, and very young, homeward from some visit on this
holiday. The tutor knew them to be Elspeth and Gilian Barrow,
granddaughters of Jarvis Barrow of White Farm. The elder might have
been fifteen, the younger thirteen years. They wore their holiday
dresses. Elspeth had a green silken snood, and Gilian a blue. Elspeth
sang as she stepped from stone to stone:

"But I will get a bonny boat,
And I will sail the sea,
For I maun gang to Love Gregor,
Since he canna come hame to me--"

They did not see Strickland where he stood by the hazels. He let them
go by, watching them with a quiet pleasure. They took the
upward-running lane. Hawthorns in bloom hid them; they were gone like
young deer. Strickland, crossing the stream, went his own way.

The country became more open, with, at this hour, a dreamlike depth
and hush. Down went the sun, but a glow held and wrapped the earth in
hues of faery. When he had walked a mile and more he saw before him
Glenfernie House. In the modern and used moiety seventy years old, in
the ancient keep and ruin of a tower three hundred, it crowned--the
ancient and the latter-day--a craggy hill set with dark woods, and
behind it came up like a wonder lantern, like a bubble of pearl, the
full moon.