entina had the desire of her heart, and began to lay out the
money she had been saving for the purpose in rebuilding the ancient
castle of Colonsay. Its vaults were emptied of rubbish and ruin, the
rock faced afresh, walls and towers and battlements raised, until at
last, when the loftiest tower seemed to have reached its height, it rose
yet higher and blossomed in radiance; for, top-most crown of all, there,
flaming far into the northern night, shone a splendid beacon-lamp to
guide the fisherman when his way was hid. Every summer for years
Florimel and her husband spent weeks in the castle, and many a study the
painter made there of the ever-changing face of the sea.

Malcolm, as he well might, had such a strong feeling of the power for
good of every high-souled schoolmaster that nothing would serve him but
Mr. Graham must be reinstated. He told the presbytery that if it were
not done he would himself build a school-house for him, and the
consequence, he said, needed no prediction. Finding, at the same time,
that the young man they had put in his place was willing to act as his
assistant, he proposed that he should keep the cottage and all other
emoluments of the office, on the sole condition that when he found he
could no longer conscientiously and heartily further the endeavors of
Mr. Graham he should say so; whereupon the marquis would endeavor to
procure him another appointment; and on these understandings the thing
was arranged.

Mr. Graham thenceforward lived in the House, a spiritual father to the
whole family, reverenced by all, ever greeted with gladness, ever
obeyed. The spiritual dignity and simplicity, the fine sense and
delicate feeling of the man, rendered him a saving presence in the
place; and Clementina felt as if one of the ancient prophets, blossomed
into a Christian, was the glory of their family and house. Like a
perfect daughter she watched him, tried to discover preferences of which
he might not himself be aware, and often waited upon him with her own
hands.

There was an ancient building connected with the house, divided now for
many years into barn and dairy, but evidently the chapel of the
monastery: this Malcolm soon set about reconverting. It made a lovely
chapel--too large for the household, but not too large for its
congregation upon Wednesday evenings, when many of the fishermen and
their families, and not a few of the inhabitants of the upper town,
with occasionally several farm-serva