"Who will have the property now?" he asked one day. "Is the factor
anywhere in the running?"
"Title and property both will be his," answered Donal.
"And my poor Davie?" said the earl, with wistful question in the
eyes that gazed up in Donal's face. "Forgue, the rascal, has all my
money in his power already."
"I will see to Davie," replied Donal. "When you and I meet, my
lord--by and by, I shall not be ashamed."
The poor man was satisfied. He sent for Davie, and told him he was
always to do as Mr. Grant wished, that he left him in his charge,
and that he must behave to him like a son.
Davie was fast making acquaintance with death--but it was not to him
dreadful as to most children, for he saw it through the face and
words of the man whom he most honoured.
CHAPTER LXXXIV.
MORVEN HOUSE.
In the evening Donal went again to the home-farm. Finding himself
alone in the drawing-room, he walked out into the old garden.
"Thank God," he said to himself, "if my wife should come here some
sad, sweet night, with a low moon-crescent, and a gently thinking
wind, and wander about the garden, it will not be to know herself
forgotten!"
He went up and down the grassy paths. Once again, all as long
ago--for it seemed long now--he was joined by Miss Graeme.
"I couldn't help fancying," she said as she came up to him, "that I
saw lady Arctura walking by your side.
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