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〃He knows；〃 Hector MacNairn's low voice said； 〃that it was not a dream。〃
When there was silence again I heard him leave his chair very quietly。
〃Good night！ good night！〃 he said； and went away。 I felt somehow that he had left us together for a purpose； but； oh； I did not even remotely dream what the purpose was！ But soon she told me； almost in a whisper。
〃We love you very much； Ysobel；〃 she said。 〃You know that？〃
〃I love you both； with all my heart；〃 I answered。 〃Indeed I love you。〃
〃We two have been more to each other than mere mother and son。 We have been sufficient for each other。 But he began to love you that first day when he watched you in the railway carriage。 He says it was the far look in your eyes which drew him。〃
〃I began to love him； too；〃 I said。 And I was not at all ashamed or shy in saying it。
〃We three might have spent our lives together；〃 she went on。 〃It would have been a perfect thing。 Butbut〃 She stood up as if she could not remain seated。 Involuntarily I stood up with her。 She was trembling； and she caught and held me in her arms。 〃He cannot stay； Ysobel；〃 she ended。
I could scarcely hear my own voice when I echoed the words。
〃He cannotstay？〃
〃Oh！ the time will come；〃 she said； 〃when people who love each other will not be separated； when on this very earth there will be no pain； no grief； no age； no deathwhen all the world has learned the Law at last。 But we have not learned it yet。 And here we stand！ The greatest specialists have told us。 There is some fatal flaw in his heart。 At any moment； when he is talking to us； when he is at his work； when he is asleep； he maycease。 It will just be ceasing。 At any moment。 He cannot stay。〃
My own heart stood still for a second。 Then there rose before me slowly； but clearly； a visionthe vision which was not a dream。
〃Out on the hillside；〃 I murmured。 〃Out on the hillside。〃
I clung to her with both arms and held her tight。 I understood now why they had talked about The Fear。 These two who were almost one soul were trying to believe that they were not really to be torn apartnot really。 They were trying to heap up for themselves proof that they might still be near each other。 And； above all； his effort was to save her from the worst； worst woe。 And I understood； too； why something wiser and stronger than myself had led me to tell the dream which was not a dream at all。
But it was as she said； the world had not learned the Secret yet。 And there we stood。 We did not cry or talk； but we clung to each otherwe CLUNG。 That is all human creatures can do until the Secret is known。 And as we clung the nightingale broke out again。
〃O nightingale！ O nightingale！〃 she said in her low wonder of a voice。 〃WHAT are you trying to tell us！〃
CHAPTER VIII
What I feel sure I know by this time is that all the things we think happen by chance and accident are only part of the weaving of the scheme of life。 When you begin to suspect this and to watch closely you also begin to see how trifles connect themselves with one another； and seem in the end to have led to a reason and a meaning； though we may not be clever enough to see it clearly。 Nothing is an accident。 We make everything happen ourselves： the wrong things because we do not know or care whether we are wrong or right； the right ones because we unconsciously or consciously choose the right even in the midst of our ignorance。
I dare say it sounds audacious for an ordinary girl to say such things in an ordinary way； but perhaps I have said them in spite of myself； because it is not a bad thing that they should be said by an every…day sort of person in simple words which other every…day people can understand。 I am only expressing what has gradually grown into belief in my mind through reading with Angus ancient books and modern ones books about faiths and religions； books about philosophies and magics； books about what the world calls marvels； but which are not marvels at all； but only workings of the Law most people have not yet reasoned about or even accepted。
Angus had read and studied them all his life before he began to read them with me； and we talked them over together sitting by the fire in the library； fascinated and staring at each other； I in one high…backed chair and he in another on the opposite side of the hearth。 Angus is wonderfulwonderful！ He KNOWS there is no such thing as chance。 He KNOWS that we ourselves are the working of the Law and that we ourselves could work what now are stupidly called 〃miracles〃 if we could only remember always what the Law is。
What I intended to say at first was merely that it was not by chance that I climbed to the shelf in the library that afternoon and pushed aside the books hiding the old manuscript which told the real story of Dark Malcolm of the Glen and Wee Brown Elspeth。 It seemed like chance when it happened； but it was really the first step toward my finding out the strange； beautiful thing I knew soon afterward。
From the beginning of my friendship with the MacNairns I had hoped they would come and stay with me at Muircarrie。 When they both seemed to feel such interest in all I told them of it； and not to mind its wild remoteness； I took courage and asked them if they would come to me。 Most people are bored by the prospect of life in a feudal castle； howsoever picturesquely it is set in a place where there are no neighbors to count on。 Its ancient stateliness is too dull。 But the MacNairns were more allured by what Muircarrie offered than they were by other and more brilliant invitations。 So when I went back to the castle I was only to be alone a week before they followed me。
Jean and Angus were quite happy in their quiet way when I told them who I was expecting。 They knew how glad I was myself。 Jean was full of silent pleasure as she arranged the rooms I had chosen for my guests； rooms which had the most sweeping view of the moor。 Angus knew that Mr。 MacNairn would love the library； and he hovered about consulting his catalogues and looking over his shelves； taking down volumes here and there； holding them tenderly in his long； bony old hand as he dipped into them。 He made notes of the manuscripts and books he thought Mr。 MacNairn would feel the deepest interest in。 He loved his library with all his being； and I knew he looked forward to talking to a man who would care for it in the same way。
He had been going over one of the highest shelves one day and had left his step…ladder leaning against it when he went elsewhere。 It was when I mounted the steps； as I often did when he left them； that I came upon the manuscript which related the old story of Dark Malcolm and his child。 It had been pushed behind some volumes； and I took it out because it looked so old and yellow。 And I opened at once at the page where the tale began。
At first I stood reading； and then I sat down on the broad top of the ladder and forgot everything。 It was a savage history of ferocious hate and barbarous reprisals。 It had been a feud waged between two clans for three generations。 The story of Dark Malcolm and Ian Red Hand was only part of it； but it was a gruesome thing。 Pages t