"It must have been a tramp—some one who doesn't belong here!"
"I was trying to think whether there are any lunatics about," he said in a moment. "But there aren't any."
There was silence for some minutes. He was thinking; she never moved. Then he heard a sound, and looking down saw that she had her handkerchief in her hand. He had nearly bent over her before he remembered Sir Malcolm, and at the recollection he said abruptly:
"Well, I've disturbed you too long. If I can do anything—anything whatever, you'll let me know, won't you?"
"You are very, very kind," she murmured, and a note in her voice nearly made him forget the new baronet. In fact, he had to retire rather quickly to be sure of himself.
The efficiency of James Bisset was manifest at every conjuncture. Businesslike and brisk he appeared from somewhere as Cromarty reached the hall, and led him from the front regions to the butler's sitting room.
"I will bring your lunch in a moment, sir," he murmured, and vanished briskly.
The room looked out on a courtyard at the back, and through the window Ned could see against the opposite buildings the rain driving in clouds. In the court the wind was eddying, and beneath some door he could hear it drone insistently. Though the toughest of men, he shivered a little
