if he were an archangel walking on the earth. Perhaps my thoughts were
exaggerated, but it seemed so marvelous that he should be moving among
us, doing his work, seeing and talking to his friends, and yet that he
should know that at any moment the great change might come and he might
awaken somewhere else, in quite another place. If he had been like other
men and I had been like other girls, I suppose that after that night
when I heard the truth I should have been plunged into the darkest woe
and have almost sobbed myself to death. Why did I not? I do not know
except--except that I felt that no darkness could come between us
because no darkness could touch him. He could never be anything but
alive alive. If I could not see him it would only be because my eyes
were not clear and strong enough. I seemed to be waiting for something.
I wanted to keep near him.

I was full of this feeling as we sat together on the terrace and watched
the moon. I could scarcely look away from him. He was rather pale that
evening, but there seemed to be a light behind his pallor, and his eyes
seemed to see so much more than the purple and yellow of the heather and
gorse as they rested on them.

After I had watched him silently for a little while I leaned forward and
pointed to a part of the moor where there was an unbroken blaze of gorse
in full bloom like a big patch of gold.

"That is where I was sitting when Wee Brown Elspeth was first brought to
me," I said.

He sat upright and looked. "Is it?" he answered. "Will you take me there
to-morrow? I have always wanted to see the place."