p. That's no
the w'y o' his kingdom!--I suppose there's nae doobt wha?"

"Nane. The Lord forbid!"

Two days after, Mr. Graeme and his sister returned, and at lady
Arctura's request took up their abode at the castle. She told them that
of late she had become convinced her uncle was no longer capable of
attending to her affairs; that he was gone to London; that she had gone
away with him, and was supposed to be with him still, though she had
returned, and he did not know where she was. She did not wish him to
know, but desired for the present to remain concealed. She had her
reasons; and requested therefore as a personal favour that they would
not once or to any one allude to her being at the castle. Mr. Graeme
would in the meantime be so good as make himself acquainted, so far as
possible, with the state of affairs between her and her uncle.

In the course of the investigations thereupon following, it became
clear that a large portion of the moneys of the estate received by his
lordship were nowise accounted for. Lady Arctura directed that further
inquiry should in the meantime be stayed, but that no more money should
be handed over to him.

For some time the factor heard nothing from his lordship. At length
came instructions as to the forwarding of money, Forgue writing and his
father signing. Mr. Graeme replied, excusing himself as he could, but
sending no money. They wrote again. Again he excused himself. The earl
threatened. Mr. Graeme took no heed. His lordship continued to demand
and threaten, but neither he nor his son appeared. The factor at length
wrote that he would pay no money but to lady Arctura. The earl himself
wrote in reply, saying--had he been out of the country that he did not
know she was dead and six weeks in her grave? Again the factor did not
reply.

Donal rode back to Glashgar, and brought Davie home. Lessons were
resumed, and Arctura took her full share in them.

Soon all about the castle was bustle and labour--masons and carpenters
busy from morning to night. The wall that masked the windows of the
chapel was pulled down; the windows, of stained glass, with never a
crack, were cleaned; the passage under them was opened to the great
stair; lady Arctura had a small sweet-toned organ built in the little
gallery, and the mural stair from her own room opened again, that she
might go down when she pleased to play on it--sometimes, in
south-easterly winds, to listen to the aeolian harp dreaming