’There’s not much wrong,’ said the sister, ’but I don’t wonder at your being dull in yon dreadful hole. And I suppose there’s no chance of moving now. If my father had only kept to Edinburgh or Glasgow, and got on like anybody else, we might all have been together, and among friends and acquaintances; but it was aye the same—give him the chance of a place where there was a gun or a fishing-rod handy, and that was enough. Well, well, Meenie, we must wake ye up a bit if you’ve been feeling dull; and Walter—he’s as proud as a peacock that you’re come; I declare it’s enough to make any other woman than myself jealous, the way he shows your portrait to anybody and everybody that comes to the house; and I had a hint from him this morning that any bit things ye might need—mother’s letter only came on Saturday—that they were to be a present from him, and there’s nothing stingy about Wat, though I say it who shouldn’t. And you’ll have to share Aggie’s bed for a night or two until we have a room got ready for you.’ ’If I had only known that I was going to put you about, Agatha——’ ’Put us about, you daft lassie!’ the elder sister exclaimed. ’Come away, and I’ll show you where your things will have to be stored for the present. And my father says there are to be no finishing lessons, or anything of that kind, for a while yet; you’re to walk about and amuse yourself; and we’ve a family-ticket for the Botanic Gardens—you can take a book there or some knitting; and then you’ll have to help me in the house, for Walter will be for showing you off as his Highland sister-in-law, and we’ll have plenty of company.’ And so the good woman rattled on; and how abundantly and secretly glad was Meenie that not a word was said of Ronald Strang! She had felt guilty enough when she entered the house; she had come on a secret errand that she dared not disclose; and one or two things in her sister’s letters had convinced her that there were not likely to be very friendly feelings towards Ronald in this little domestic circle. But when they had gone over almost every conceivable topic, and not a single question had been asked about Ronald, nor any reference even made to him, she felt immensely relieved. To them, then, he was clearly of no importance. Probably they had forgotten that she had once or twice asked if he had called on them. Or perhaps her sister had taken it for granted that the piece of news she had sent concerning him would effectually and for ever crush any interest in him that Meenie may have felt. Anyhow, his name was not even mentioned; and that was so far well.