"Ah, then, I suppose I shall be in eclipse also, until she returns." "Oh no, you won't. We can talk of her, you know," at which Lady Elspeth's eyes twinkled merrily. "What would you say to convoying a troublesome old lady to the Riviera, yourself, Jock?" "You?" and he jumped up delightedly,--and just at that point old Hamish opened the door of the cosy room, and announced-- "Miss Brandt, mem!" II "Miss Brandt, mem!" announced old Hamish, in as dry and matter-of-fact a voice as though it were only, "Here's the doctor, mem!" or "Dinner's ready, mem!" and Margaret herself came in, rosy-faced and bright-eyed from the kiss of the wind outside. Lady Elspeth laughed enjoyably at the sight of her, and touched the bell for tea. "You are always like a breath from the heather to me, my dear, or a glimpse of Schiehallion," said she, as they kissed, and Graeme stood reverently looking on, as at a holy rite. "Oh, surely I'm not as rugged and wrinkled as all that!" laughed Margaret. "And I certainly am not bald. How do you do, Mr. Graeme?" "There is no need to ask you that question, at any rate," he said, with visible appreciation. "I have loved Schiehallion all my life," said Lady Elspeth. "To me there is no mountain in the world to compare with it. You see how one's judgment is biassed by one's affections. And how is Mrs. Pixley to-day, my dear?" "She is much as usual, dear Lady Elspeth. She is never very lively, you know. If anything, I think she is, perhaps, a trifle less lively than usual just now." "And Mr. Pixley is as busied in good works as ever, I suppose." "As busy as ever--outside,"--at which gentle thrust the others smiled. "It's all very well to laugh," remonstrated Margaret, "but truly, you know, philanthropy, like charity, would be none the less commendable to its relations if it sometimes remembered that it had a home. I sometimes think that if ever there was a deserving case it is poor Aunt Susan." "And young Mr. Pixley? Doesn't he liven you up?" asked Lady Elspeth. "He is very good company, I am told." "Oh, Charles is excellent company. If we didn't see him now and again the house would be like a tomb. But he's not there all the time, and we have relapses. He has his own rooms elsewhere, you know. And I'm really not surprised. It taxes even him to lighten the deadly dulness of Melgrave Square." "It must be a great comfort to Mrs. Pixley to have you with her, my dear." "I can't make up for all she lacks in other directions," said Margaret, with a shake of the head. "I get quite angry with Uncle Jeremiah sometimes. He is so--so absorbed in benefiting other people that he--Well, you can understand how delightful it is to be able to run in here and find the sun always shining." "Thank you, my dear," said Lady Elspeth, with a twinkle in the brown eyes. "Some people carry their own sunshine with them wherever they go."