ell how I discovered that it was an old house with beautiful chimneys
and a very big garden with curious high walls with corner towers round
it. He only spoke of it briefly, but I saw it as a picture; and always
afterward, when I thought of his mother, I thought of her as sitting
under a great and ancient apple-tree with the long, late-afternoon
shadows stretching on the thick, green grass. I suppose I saw that just
because he said:

"Will you come to tea under the big apple-tree some afternoon when the
late shadows are like velvet on the grass? That is perhaps the loveliest
time."

When we rose to go and join the rest of the party, he stood a moment and
glanced round the room at our fellow-guests.

"Are there any of your White People here to-night?" he said, smiling. "I
shall begin to look for them everywhere."

I glanced over the faces carelessly. "There are none here to-night,"
I answered, and then I flushed because he had smiled. "It was only
a childish name I gave them," I hesitated. "I forgot you wouldn't
understand. I dare say it sounds silly."

He looked at me so quickly.

"No! no! no!" he exclaimed. "You mustn't think that! Certainly not
silly."

I do not think he knew that he put out his hand and gently touched my
arm, as one might touch a child to make it feel one wanted it to listen.

"You don't know," he said in his low, slow voice, "how glad I am that
you have talked to me. Sir Ian said you were not fond of talking to
people, and I wanted to know you."

"You care about places like Muircarrie. That is why," I answered,
feeling at once how much he understood. "I care for Muircarrie more than
for all the rest of the world. And I suppose you saw it in my face. I
dare say that the people who love that kind of life cannot help seeing
it there."

"Yes," he said, "it is in your eyes. It was what I saw and found myself
wondering about when I watched you in the train. It was really the moor
and the mist and the things you think are hidden in it."

"Did you watch me?" I asked. "I could not help watching you a little,
when you were so kind to the poor woman. I was afraid you would see me
and think me rude."

"It was the far look in your face I watched," he said. "If you will come
to tea under the big apple-tree I will tell you more about it."

"Indeed I will come," I answered. "Now we must go and sit among the
other people--those who don't care about Muircarrie at all."

CHAPTER V

I went to te