“Oh, I don’t know. I daresay we are none of us exactly saints.” He changed the subject abruptly. “How is Jenny?”

“Rather off her feed; missing you, I expect. I left her with your man. He should be arriving soon, I should think. I don’t fancy he’ll waste much time.”

“Neither do I. Poor fellow, he must have worried terribly over his worthless master.”

“Sure, his face was as white as your own when I told him ye were wounded!”

Carstares turned his head quickly.

“What’s this about my face? Just be so kind as to hand me that mirror, Miles.”

O’Hara laughed and obeyed, watching my lord’s close scrutiny of his countenance with some surprise.