“All will be well,” Francesca assured her soothingly. “We shall be pardoned much because we are Americans, and will not be expected to know any better. Besides, the gifted Miss Hamilton is an artist, and that covers a multitude of sins against conventionality. When the castle people 'tirl at the pin,' I will appear as the maid, if you like, following your example at Mrs Bobby's cottage in Belvern, Pen.” “And it isn't as if there were many houses to choose from, Salemina, nor as if Bide-a-Wee cottage were cheap,” I continued. “Think of the rent we pay and keep your head high. Remember that the draper's wife says there is nothing half so comfortable in Inchcaldy, although that is twice as large a town.” “INCHCALDY!” ejaculated Francesca, sitting down heavily upon the sofa and staring at me. “Inchcaldy, my dear,--spelled CALDY, but pronounced CAWDY; the town where you are to take your nonsensical little fripperies to be laundered.” “Where is Inchcaldy? How far away?” “About five miles, I believe, but a lovely road.” “Well,” she exclaimed bitterly, “of course Scotland is a small, insignificant country; but, tiny as it is, it presents some liberty of choice, and why you need have pitched upon Pettybaw, and brought me here, when it is only five miles from Inchcaldy, and a lovely road besides, is more than I can understand!” “In what way has Inchcaldy been so unhappy as to offend you?” I asked. “It has not offended me, save that it chances to be Ronald Macdonald's parish--that is all.” “Ronald Macdonald's parish!” we repeated automatically. “Certainly--you must have heard him mention Inchcaldy; and how queer he will think it that I have come to Pettybaw, under all the circumstances!” “We do not know 'all the circumstances,'” quoted Salemina somewhat haughtily; “and you must remember, my dear, that our opportunities for speech with Mr. Macdonald have been very rare when you were present. For my part, I was always in such a tremor of anxiety during his visits lest one or both of you should descend to blows that I remember no details of his conversation. Besides, we did not choose Pettybaw; we discovered it by chance as we were driving from Strathdee to St. Rules. How were we to know that it was near this fatal Inchcaldy? If you think it best, we will hold no communication with the place, and Mr. Macdonald need never know you are here.” I thought Francesca looked rather startled at this proposition. At all events she said hastily, “Oh, well, let it go; we could not avoid each other long, anyway, although it is very awkward, of course; you see, we did not part friends.” “I thought I had never seen you on more cordial terms,” remarked Salemina. “But you weren't there,” answered Francesca unguardedly. “Weren't where?” “Weren't there.” “Where?” “At the station.” “What station?” “The station in Edinburgh from which I started for the Highlands.” “You never said that he came to see you off.”