I had thought about him so much
and with such adoring reverence. And he looked at me as if he truly
liked me, even as if I were something new--a sort of discovery which
interested him. I dare say that he had never before seen a girl who had
lived so much alone and in such a remote and wild place.
I believe Sir Ian and his wife were pleased, too, to see that I
was talking. They were glad that their guests should see that I was
intelligent enough to hold the attention even of a clever man. If Hector
MacNairn was interested in me I could not be as silly and dull as I
looked. But on my part I was only full of wonder and happiness. I was a
girl, and he had been my only hero; and it seemed even as if he liked me
and cared about my queer life.
He was not a man who had the air of making confidences or talking about
himself, but before we parted I seemed to know him and his surroundings
as if he had described them. A mere phrase of his would make a picture.
Such a few words made his mother quite clear to me. They loved each
other in an exquisite, intimate way. She was a beautiful person. Artists
had always painted her. He and she were completely happy when they were
together. They lived in a house in the country, and I could not at all
tell 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.
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