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He was altogether perplexed by Donal's persistent avoidance of him. He had done nothing to hurt him, and knew himself his friend in his sorrow as well as in his joy. He sat down in the room that had been his, and wrote to him. As often as he raised his eyes for he had not shut the door he saw the dusty sunshine on the old furniture.
Robin had put her hand behind her back she who had never disobeyed since she was born! She had crossed a line of development when she had seen glimpses of the new world through Donal's eyes. "What are you doing, you silly little thing," Feather reproved her. "Shake hands with Lord Coombe." Robin shook her head fiercely. "No! No! No! No!" she protested. Feather was disgusted.
Once in the night stillness of a sweet dark country lane she had stood in the circle of Donal's arm, her joyous, warm young breast against his and they had heard together the singing of a nightingale in a thicket. "Let us stand still," he had whispered close to her ear. "Let us not speak a word not a word. Oh! little lovely love! Let us only listen and be happy!"
"But gien the Lord lat auld age wither me up," she said, "he'll luik efter the cracks himsel'." Six weeks of every summer between Donal's sessions, while the minister and his wife took their holiday, Gibbie spent with Robert and Janet. It was a blessed time for them all.
"Every word, Donal," she answered. Donal followed his host contented. Gibbie took his place, and began to teach Ginevra the finger alphabet. The other girls found him far more amusing than Donal first of all because he could not speak, which was much less objectionable than speaking like Donal and funny too, though not so funny as Donal's clothes.
Ginevra's hand lifted just a half of its weight from Donal's arm, like a bird that had thought of flying, then settled again. "It is very pleasant to be together once more as in the old time, Donal though there are no daisies and green fields. But what place is that, Donal?" Instinctively, almost unconsciously, she wanted to turn the conversation.
When they reached Donal's room, Donal entering shut the door behind him and shut out Gibbie. He stood for a moment like one dazed, then suddenly coming to himself, turned away, left the house, and ran straight to Daur-street. When the minister's door was opened to him, he went to that of the dining-room, knowing Mr. and Mrs. Sclater would then be at supper.
He apologized for having made the appointment without her permission, and explained that Lord Donal's unexpected arrival in London, and his stubborn unbelief that it had been the Princess herself whom he met at the ball, seemingly left the detective no alternative out to call on the person who had so persistently advanced the theory, to explain it to the one most intimately concerned.
A young woman it was Donal's eldest sister, but he knew nothing of her opened the door to him, and showed him up the stair to his old study. There a great fire was burning; but, beyond that, everything, even to the trifles on his writing table, was just as when last he left the house. His chair stood in its usual position by the fire, and wine and biscuits were on a little table near.
The pot, though small in surface, was truly of unknown depth, and had elements of dread about it telling upon far less active imaginations than Donal's. While he stood gazing at it, almost afraid to go nearer, a great splash that echoed from the steep rocks surrounding it, brought his heart into his mouth, and immediately followed a loud barking, in which he recognized the voice of Oscar.
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