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“
You
admire
him
very
much
,
I
can
see
,
”
the
amiable
elderly
voice
said
.
I
could
not
help
turning
and
looking
up
.
“
It
is
as
if
a
great
,
great
genius
were
one
’
s
friend
—
as
if
he
talked
and
one
listened
,
”
I
said
.
“
He
is
like
a
splendid
dream
which
has
come
true
.
”
Old
Lord
Armour
looked
at
me
quite
thoughtfully
,
as
if
he
saw
something
new
in
me
.
“
That
is
a
good
way
of
putting
it
,
Miss
Muircarrie
,
”
he
answered
.
“
MacNairn
would
like
that
.
You
must
tell
him
about
it
yourself
.
”
I
did
not
mean
to
glance
through
the
flowers
again
,
but
I
did
it
involuntarily
.
And
I
met
the
other
eyes
—
the
wonderful
,
interested
ones
just
as
I
had
met
them
before
.
It
almost
seemed
as
if
he
had
been
watching
me
.
It
might
be
,
I
thought
,
because
he
only
vaguely
remembered
seeing
me
before
and
was
trying
to
recall
where
we
had
met
.
When
my
guardian
brought
his
men
guests
to
the
drawing
-
room
after
dinner
,
I
was
looking
over
some
old
prints
at
a
quiet
,
small
table
.
There
were
a
few
minutes
of
smiling
talk
,
and
then
Sir
Ian
crossed
the
room
toward
me
,
bringing
some
one
with
him
.
It
was
Hector
MacNairn
he
brought
.
“
Mr
.
MacNairn
tells
me
you
traveled
together
this
afternoon
without
knowing
each
other
,
”
he
said
.
“
He
has
heard
something
of
Muircarrie
and
would
like
to
hear
more
,
Ysobel
.
She
lives
like
a
little
ghost
all
alone
in
her
feudal
castle
,
Mr
.
MacNairn
.
We
can
’
t
persuade
her
to
like
London
.
”
I
think
he
left
us
alone
together
because
he
realized
that
we
should
get
on
better
without
a
companion
.
Mr
.
MacNairn
sat
down
near
me
and
began
to
talk
about
Muircarrie
.
There
were
very
few
places
like
it
,
and
he
knew
about
each
one
of
them
.
He
knew
the
kind
of
things
Angus
Macayre
knew
—
the
things
most
people
had
either
never
heard
of
or
had
only
thought
of
as
legends
.
He
talked
as
he
wrote
,
and
I
scarcely
knew
when
he
led
me
into
talking
also
.
Afterward
I
realized
that
he
had
asked
me
questions
I
could
not
help
answering
because
his
eyes
were
drawing
me
on
with
that
quiet
,
deep
interest
.
It
seemed
as
if
he
saw
something
in
my
face
which
made
him
curious
.
