Had anyone else heard those Whispers besides herself, she wondered.
She met several of the guests, but assiduously avoided them, until at last she saw the thin, long-legged keeper going towards his cottage with Dash, the faithful old spaniel, at his heels.
When she hailed him he touched his cap respectfully, changed his gun to the other arm, and wished her "Guid-mornin', Miss Gabrielle," in his strong Scotch accent.
She bade him put down his gun and walk with her up the hill towards the ruins.
"Look here, Stewart," she commanded in a confidential tone, "I'm going to take you into my confidence.

I know I can trust you with a secret." "Ye may, miss," replied the keen-eyed Scot.

"I houp Sir Henry trusts me as a faithfu' servant.

I've been on Glencardine estate noo, miss, thae forty year." "Stewart, we all know you are faithful, and that you can keep your tongue still.

What I'm about to tell you is in strictest confidence.