Alas for the hopes of all who wanted to dress for Easter. It was an uncompromising, wet day. It was oil skin and rubber for the men; it was cloaks and pattens and umbrellas for the women. Yet, aside from the rain, it was a day full of good things. The cathedral was crowded, there was full cathedral service, and the Bishop preached a transfiguring sermon. The music was good, the home choir did well, and Sunna's solo was effectively sung; but after she had heard Ian Macrae's "Gloria," she was sorry she had sung at all. "Grandfather!" she commented, "No private person has a right to sing as that man sings! After him, non-professionals make a show of themselves." "Thou sang well--better than usual, I thought." "I was told he was such a handsome young man! And he has black hair and black eyes! Even his skin is dark. He looks like a Celt. I don't like Celts. None of our people like them. When they come to the fishing they are not respected." "Thou art much mistaken. Our men like them." "Boris Ragnor says they are poor traders." "Well then, it is to fish they come." "What they come for is no care of mine. Boris is ten times more of a man than the best of them. No notice shall I take of this Celt." "Through thy scorn he may live, and even enjoy his life. The English officers do that." "This chicken is better than might be. Wilt thou have a little more of it?" "Enough is plenty. I have had enough. At Conall Ragnor's there is always good eating and I am going there for my supper. Wilt thou go with me? Then with Thora thou can talk. This beautiful young man is likely at Ragnor's. It was too stormy for Mistress Brodie to go to her own house at the noonday. Dost thou see then, how it will be?" "I will go with thee, I want to see Thora's new dress. I need not notice the young man." "His name? Already I have forgotten it." "Odd was calling him 'Macrae.'" "Macrae! That is Highland Scotch. The Macraes are a good family. There is a famous minister in Edinburgh of that name. The Calvinists all swear by him." "This man sang in a full cathedral service. Dost thou believe a Calvinist would do that? He would be sure it was a disguised mass, and nothing better." Adam laughed as he said, "Well, then, go with me this night to Ragnor's and between us we will find something out. A mystery is not pleasant to thee." "There is something wrong in a mystery, that is what I feel." "Thou can ask Thora all about him." "I shall not ask her. She will tell me." Adam laughed again. "That is the best way," he said. "It was thy father's way. Well then, five minutes ago, the wind changed. By four o'clock it will be fair." "Then I will be ready to go with thee. If I am left alone, I am sad; and that is not good for my health." "But thou must behave well, even to the Celt." "Unless it is worth my while, I do not quarrel with any one." "Was it worth thy while to quarrel with Boris Ragnor?" "Yes--or I had not quarrelled with him."