"Very little, Miss Oona, only that he's a young lad from the south with no experience, and didna even know that he was the heir; so how could he ken? as I say to Hamish. But Hamish he insists that it's in the blood, and that he would ken by instinck; and that it shows an ill-will, and ill will come of it." "If I were he," cried the girl, "I would do the same. I would not be called like that from the end of the world wherever I was." "Oh, whisht, Miss Oona. It is such an auld, auld story; how can the like of you say what should be done?" "I would like myself," said the traveller, "to come to the bottom of this business. What is it for, and who has the doing of it? The moment you speak of a light ye pre-suppose a person that lights it and mainy adjuncks and accessories. Now there's nobody, or next to nobody, living in that auld ruin. It's some rendeyvouss, I can easily understand that. The days of conspiracies are gone by, or I would say it was something against the state; but whatever it is, it must have a purpose, and mortal hands must do it, seeing there are no other. I have heard since ever I began to travel this country of the Kinloch Houran light, but I never heard a reason assigned." "It's the living lord," cried the maid, "as everybody knows! that is called to meet with----" Here the young lady interfered audibly-- "Mysie, not a word!" The woman's voice continued, stifled as if a hand had been laid on her mouth. "With them that are--with ane that is--I'm saying nothing, Miss Oona, but what all the loch is well aware----" "It's just a ferlie of this part of the world," said John the driver; "nae need of entering into it with them that believe naething. I'm no what ye call credulous mysel'; but when it comes to the evidence of a man's ain senses----" "And what have your senses said to ye, my fine fellow? that there's a queer kind of a glimmer up upon the auld tower? So are there corpse-candles, if I'm not mistaken, seen by the initiated upon your burial isle--what do you call it?" "And wha has a word to say gainst that?" cried the driver angrily; whilst Mysie behind murmured--"It's well seen ye have naething to do with any grave there."