When tea was over and the things removed he lit his pipe, and the girls took to their knitting. And never, he thought, had Meenie looked so pretty and pleased and quickly responsive with her clear and happy eyes. He forgot all about Mrs. Douglas’s forecast as to the future estate of her daughter; he forgot all about the Stuarts of Glengask and Orosay; this was the Meenie whom Mudal knew, whom Clebrig had charge of, who was the friend and companion of the birds and the wild-flowers and the summer streams. What a wonderful thing it was to see her small fingers so deftly at work; when she looked up the room seemed full of light and entrancement; her sweet low laugh found an echo in the very core of his heart. And they all of them, for this one happy evening, seemed to forget that soon there was to be an end. They were together; the world shut out; the old harmony re-established, or nearly re-established; and Meenie was listening to his reading of ’the Eve of St. Agnes’—in the breathless hush of the little room—or she was praying, and in vain, for him to bring his pipes and play ’Lord Lovat’s Lament,’ or they were merely idly chatting and laughing, while the busy work of the fingers went on. And sometimes he sate quite silent, listening to the other two; and her voice seemed to fill the room with music; and he wondered whether he could carry away in his memory some accurate recollection of the peculiar, soft, rich tone, that made the simplest things sound valuable. It was a happy evening. But when she rose to go away she grew graver; and as she and Ronald went along the road together—it was very dark, though there were a few stars visible here and there—she said to him in rather a low voice— ’Well, Ronald, the parting between friends is not very pleasant, but I am sure I hope it will all be for the best, now that you have made up your mind to it. And every one seems to think you will do well.’ ’Oh, as for that,’ said he, ’that is all right. If the worst comes to the worst, there is always the Black Watch.’ ’What do you mean?’ ’Well, they’re always sending the Forty-Second into the thick of it, no matter what part of the world the fighting is, so that a man has a good chance. I suppose I’m not too old to get enlisted; sometimes I wish I had thought of it when I was a lad—I don’t know that I would like anything better than to be a sergeant in the Black Watch. And I’m sure I would serve three years for no pay at all if I could only get one single chance of winning the V.C. But it comes to few; it’s like the big stag—it’s there when ye least expect it; and a man’s hand is not just always ready, and steady. But I’m sure ye needna bother about what’s going to happen to me—that’s of small account.’