She made no answer, though Malcolm from where he stood leaning against the fireplace seemed to wait a little eagerly for what she might say. "Speak to her, Malcolm! She has aye been a high-handed miss, doing that which seemed right in her own eyes. You are the head of the house now. Can’t you put your foot down and bid her come with me to your aunt and your cousins? It’s where she ought to be in these days, among a lot of kindly, busy women-folk." "It’s what I think, Uncle Tom," said Malcolm in a low voice. "But, as you say, nobody can dictate to Isla. She will go her own way." "Then, may I ask what you propose to do?" asked Uncle Tom, suddenly directing his attention to his nephew. "Of course, for a few days or weeks there will be things to see to. But, with Cattanach at your back, they should not take very long to wind up. And with the American folk coming back to Achree there’s nothing for you to do here. I don’t suppose you’ll be long content, hanging about the Lodge and the Moor of Creagh." Malcolm had no answer for a moment, and the silence seemed to grow. "Why can’t you speak--one of you?" asked Uncle Tom a trifle testily. "I like folks to show some common-sense, and you have both seen this coming for long enough. It’s not to be thought that you haven’t had plans for the future." "I haven’t any plans," Malcolm admitted. This answer incensed the old man extremely. He looked at the strong, well-knit figure of his nephew in the full prime and strength of his young manhood with critical displeasure. "Then the sooner you get some, my man, the better it will be for you. It is a thousand pities that you resigned your commission when you did, and since it is somebody to make a proposition that you seem to need, mine is that you apply to the proper authorities and get back to the army as soon as possible. It’s undoubtedly the very best thing you can do." The silence deepened. It was broken by the falling of a glowing log from the bars to the hearth, and, under pretence of restoring it to the grate, Isla moved and bent towards it. "I never approved of what you did," went on Sir Tom, "and if anybody’s advice had been asked it would never have been permitted. I don’t like back-draughts, but I can’t help saying now, as we’re discussing family business, that I’m sure that your father would have been the very last man to have sanctioned your sending in your papers--that is to say, if he’d been in his full mind and faculties. And I think that the best tribute of respect you can show to his memory is to get back to the army as soon as possible and try to follow in the steps of the finest fellow and the bravest soldier that ever earned a sword."