Had Tommy died that week his old Dominie would have been very chary of what he said at the funeral.
They were in the garden now, the gentlemen without their hats.

"Have you made your peace with him ?" Cathro asked Grizel, in a cautious voice.

"He is a devil's buckie, and I advise you to follow my example, Miss McQueen, and capitulate.

I have always found him reasonable so long as you bend the knee to him." "I am not his enemy," replied Grizel, loftily, "and if he has done a noble thing I am proud of him and will tell him so." "I would tell him so," said the Dominie, "whether he had done it or not." "Do you mean," she asked indignantly, "that you think he did not do it ?" "No, no, no," he answered hurriedly; "or mercy's sake, don't tell him I think that." And then, as Tommy was out of ear-shot: "But I see there is no necessity for my warning you against standing in his way again, Miss McQueen, for you are up in arms for him now." "I admire brave men," she replied, "and he is one, is he not ?" "You'll find him reasonable," said the Dominie, drily.
But though it was thus that she defended Tommy when others hinted doubts, she had not yet said she was proud of him to the man who wanted most to hear it.

For one brief moment Grizel had exulted on learning that he and Captain Ure were one, and then suddenly, to all the emotions now running within her, a voice seemed to cry, "Halt!" and she fell to watching sharply the doer of noble deeds.