His 'ghaist' looked bonnie and rosy and confident, yet all the time the band was playing the requiem for his lost cause and buried hopes." I looked towards the fire to hide the moisture that crept again into my eyes, and my glance fell upon Francesca sitting dreamily on a hassock in front of the cheerful blaze, her chin in the hollow of her palm, and the Reverend Ronald standing on the hearth-rug gazing at her, the poker in his hand, and his heart, I regret to say, in such an exposed position on his sleeve that even Salemina could have seen it had she turned her eyes that way.
Jean Dalziel broke the momentary silence: "I am sure I never hear the last two lines-- 'Better lo'ed ye canna be, Will ye no' come back again ?' without a lump in my throat," and she hummed the lovely melody.

"It is all as you say, purely impersonal and poetic.

My mother is an Englishwoman, but she sings 'Dumfounder'd the English saw, they saw' with the greatest fire and fury.".