' So my rascal
signs herself!" continued Prestongrange. "And you see, Mr. David,
it is quite true what I tell you, that my daughters regard you with
the most affectionate playfulness."
"The gomeral is much obliged," said I.
"And was not this prettily done!" he went on. "Is not this
Highland maid a piece of a heroine?"
"I was always sure she had a great heart," said I. "And I wager
she guessed nothing . . . But I beg your pardon, this is to tread
upon forbidden subjects."
"I will go bail she did not," he returned, quite openly. "I will
go bail she thought she was flying straight into King George's
face."
Remembrance of Catriona and the thought of her lying in captivity,
moved me strangely. I could see that even Prestongrange admired,
and could not withhold his lips from smiling when he considered her
behaviour. As for Miss Grant, for all her ill habit of mockery,
her admiration shone out plain. A kind of a heat came on me.
"I am not your lordship's daughter. . . " I began.
"That I know of!" he put in, smiling.
"I speak like a fool," said I; "or rather I began wrong.
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