He heard Elspeth, he felt Elspeth only; he but wished to
blend with her and go on with her forever from the heaven to heaven
which, blended so, they would make.
"... As with an overflowing flood
Thou carriest them away;
They like a sleep are, like the grass
That grows at morn are they.
At morn it flourishes and grows,
Cut down at ev'n doth fade--"
"Not grass of the field, O Lord," cried Glenfernie's heart, "but the
forest of oaks, but the stars that hold for aye, one to the other--"
CHAPTER XI
The glen was dressed in June, at its height of green movement and
song. Alexander and Elspeth walked there and turned aside through a
miniature pass down which flowed a stream in miniature to join the
larger flood. This cleft led them to a green hollow masked by the main
wall of the glen, a fairy place, hidden and lone. Seven times had the
two been in company since that morning of the flower-sprinkled cape
and the thorn-tree. First stood a chance meeting upon the moor,
Elspeth walking from the village with a basket upon her arm and the
laird riding home after business in the nearest considerable town. He
dismounted; he walked beside her to the stepping-stones before the
farm. The second time he went to White Farm, and she and Jenny, with
Merran to help, were laying linen to bleach upon the sun-washed
hillside.
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