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He got her fur cloak, and insisted on wrapping it round her. Then,
together, they stood for a few moments looking down through the vista
of pines and bare trees to the silver Loch in the distance. It was a
brilliant starlit night; here and there on the hills and moor in the
distance, a faint light from some shepherd's cot or farm shone out.
Owls were hooting in the neighbouring wood, but otherwise there was a
great stillness.
And Rowena said with a half-caught breath:
"I expect it was just a night like this when the earth was hushed and
still to hear the angel's voices. The whole world waiting till the
Saviour of the earth was born!"
Something in her voice made General Macdonald draw her very closely and
tenderly to him.
"Why, dearest, what is the matter? Tears on Christmas night!"
Rowena smiled through misty eyes.
"I only thought I'd like to tell you to-night, that before another
Christmas comes round, I may be a mother. I seem to feel the
Manger-throne so close to me to-night."
General Macdonald bent his head and kissed her. For once his composure
was shaken.
"My darling," he said, "what a wonderful joy to give me to-night."
"Are you pleased?" she whispered. "I did not know if you would be."
Her husband tightened his hold on her; then he looked up into the
starry sky.
"If God sees fit to give us a son," he said in a husky tone, "to carry
on the old name and family, I-I think my cup will overflow."
"We will ask Him to do so," said Rowena, smiling up at him.
And then they went back to the fire, and talked together in low happy
tones of the future, with all its golden possibilities.
CHAPTER V
ROWENA'S POWER
You are endowed with Faculties which bear
Annexed to them as 'twere a dispensation
To summon meaner spirits to do their will
And gather round them at their need; inspiring
Such with a love themselves can never feel.
Browning.
"HERE you are! It's good to see you both. Now come and be introduced to
my little aunt."
Rowena and her husband were in the big hall of Kestowknockan, and
Hector was welcoming them both in his cheerful, hearty manner.
There was a group of his guests round the big fire, and tea was just
beginning. Miss Ross rose from her chair behind the silver urn, and
shook hands with Rowena. She was a little grey-haired woman with
happy smiling eyes, but she appeared a little flustered. Something in
Rowena's face made her say in a low tone to her:
"Come and sit by me, Mrs. Macdonald. I have heard all about you from
my cousin Hugh. You will help me. Three utter strangers have arrived
to-day. Hector knows them, but I don't."
Rowena took a seat by her, but Di Dunstan seized hold of her.
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