"I ne'er saw the man I couldna manage, that is, if he was a sober man; but I'll tak' the management out o' her--see if I don't. I'll mak' her eat the humble pie she baked for me--I'll hae the better o' the English huzzy yet--I'll sort her, when I get the right time. I can do naething o' an extreme nature just yet. It has been a calamitous day, girls, morning and night. Now, go awa' to your ain rooms, I be to think the circumstances weel over." "Mother, you are a wonderful woman," said Christina. "Also a very discreet woman," added Isabel. And the old lady walked to the sideboard, filled a glass with wine, lifted it upwards, and nodding to her daughters, said in a low but triumphant voice: "_Here's to the Campbells! Wha's like us?_" At the same moment Robert Campbell was stepping proudly upstairs with a heart full of racial pride. He had forgotten the ironworks. He was a Campbell of the Argyle clan, he was kin to all the Breadalbanes, and Cawdors, and Loudons. He was a Campbell, and all the glory of the large and powerful family was his glory. At that moment he heard the dirl of the bagpipes and felt the rough beauty of the thistle, and knew in his heart of hearts, that he was a son of Scotland, an inheritor of all her passions and traditions, her loves and her hatreds, and glad and proud to be so favored. But even at this critical hour of his wife's life, he could not be much blamed, for _all is race_. There is no other truth, because it includes all others. CHAPTER VI THE NAMING OF THE CHILD It was four weeks before Theodora could leave her room, and for long afterwards she was an invalid. But in her sickness she had peace, and the solacing company of her friends, Mrs. Robertson and Mrs. Oliphant; and as the winter passed her health and strength and beauty returned to her. This renewed vitality was indeed so certain that the announcement of the Easter services contained a promise that Mrs. Campbell would sing some suitable solo. At the breakfast table on Easter Sunday, Robert Campbell spoke of this event to his family. "Theodora will sing at this morning's service, mother," he said. "The minister has already made fuss enough about the circumstance. There is no necessity for you to go over the news." "I think you had better not go to church this morning." "I assure you I intend to go--for your sake. And am I to be denied the comfort of my Easter sermon, because of a song which I shall not listen to?" "Please yourself. This time you have been warned." "I shall do my duty, that always pleases me. And I need no warnings. I am not a creature made of nerves and fancies. I am afraid of no woman." "Christina, as you are so fond of music, Theodora will take you with her to the organ-loft if you wish." "O, brother, how happy I shall be!" "Christina Campbell, you will sit decently in our own pew with your sister and myself." "Poor Christina!" said Robert, and he laid his hand kindly on her shoulder as he passed.