Two days after this Glenfernie rode to White Farm.

Jenny Barrow met him with exclamations.
"Oh, Mr.Alexander! Oh, Glenfernie! And they say that you are amaist as weel as ever--but to me you look twelve years older! Eh, and this warld has brought gray into _my_ hair! Father's gane to kirk session, and Gilian's awa'." He sat down beside her.

Her hands went on paring apples, while her eyes and tongue were busy elsewhere.
"They say you're gaeing to travel." "Yes.

I'm starting very soon." "It's na _said oot_--but a kind of whisper's been gaeing around." She hesitated, then, "Are you gaeing after him, Glenfernie ?" "Yes." Jenny put down her knife and apple.

She drew a long breath, so that her bosom heaved under her striped gown.