Malcolm was in the back seat of the dogcart, and did not speak a single word on the way down. They halted at Darrach, where a slight disappointment was Isla’s--she did not see Elspeth. Donald himself, who seemed to be minding the house--at any rate, he had the second youngest child in his arms--came out of the gate to explain that his wife had gone to Govan to see their niece Jeanie Maclure, who was down with pneumonia. She had taken the baby with her. Isla sent many messages to her, and passed on with a little sense of relief. When they got to Lochearnhead Station the signal was down for the Oban train, which could be seen gliding swiftly round the curve of the hill. At the last moment the drag from Garrion, with the familiar pair of roans in the shafts, drove up rapidly, and Neil Drummond came bounding up to the platform. When he saw Malcolm Mackinnon handing his sister into the train he went forward eagerly, though the man whom he had come to meet--a visitor from Oban--had already alighted, and was on the outlook for him. "Good day, Isla. Are you travelling?" he asked; and, seeing the dressing-bag, the rug, the strapped articles on the rack, he looked a trifle blank. "She’s going to Aunt Jean and Uncle Tom at Wimereaux," answered Malcolm when Isla said nothing. "Don’t you think the change will do her good?" "Yes. But how long is she to be away?" inquired Neil. And his tone was so imploring, that Malcolm, understanding perfectly how it was, good-naturedly stepped back to give him a chance. "Why this sudden journey, Isla?" Neil demanded with an imperious air, which showed how much he cared about the whole affair. "Last time I saw you you said nothing on earth would induce you to go Wimereaux." "It was Malcolm who said I was going there," said Isla demurely. The answer puzzled Neil, and filled him with lively forebodings. "Isla," he said a trifle hoarsely, "you’re not going do anything foolish? What has happened? Have you had a quarrel with Malcolm?" "Not at all. I only want a change, Neil. Don’t worry about me. Nothing can possibly happen to a strong young woman, with her head screwed pretty firmly on her shoulders." Neil swung himself on the footboard of the train, quite heedless of the fact that his guest was looking about for him on the platform in hopeless disappointment. "Isla, you are going to your uncle and aunt? Unless I am assured on that point, I’ll step into the train and go with you." Isla laughed at that. "Why should you care, Neil? I’m only going a little journey on my own. I’ll probably be back before anyone has had time to miss me." "That can’t happen. It’ll be a long day for me till you come back to Glenogle. And, further, I’m not happy in my mind about you. In fact, I’m most unhappy." "Don’t be, then, Neil. I’m not worth it."