other of them, and back again.
Vespasia allowed Isobel to answer.
âYes, I am terribly sorry to tell you, it is. So you see why we must speak to Mrs. Naylor in person. We were both there, and can at least tell her something of it, if she should wish to know.â
âItâll be Miss Gwendolen herself this time,â he said, shaking his head stiffly, his eyes bright and far distant.
Vespasia felt intrusive in his shock and sadness.
âYes. Iâm profoundly sorry,â Isobel answered. âWhere can we find her, or send a message so she may return, if that is what she would prefer? We are prepared to accompany her south, if she would permit us to.â
âAye, mebbe.â He nodded awkwardly. âMebbe. Itâs a long journey, and thatâs the truth.â
âYes, it is, but the train transfer in Edinburgh is not too inconvenient.â
âOh, lassie, thereâs no train from Ballachulish, and no likely to be in your lifetime, or your grandbairnsâ, neither,â he said with a sad little smile. âAnd mebbe thatâs for the best, too. Boat to Glasgow, itâll be. Iâve heard tell thereâs railways to Glasgow now.â He spoke of it with an expression as if it were some exotic and far-distant Babylon.
âBallachulish?â Isobel repeated uncertainly. âWhere is that? How does one get there?â
âOh, to Inverness, itâll be,â he replied. âAnd then down the loch to the Caledonian Canal, and mebbe Fort William. Or else across Rannoch Moor and through Glencoe. Ballachulish lies at the end of it, so Iâm told.â
âHow far is it?â Isobel obviously had no idea at all.
âLassie, itâs the other side oâ Scotland! On the west coast, it is.â
Isobel took a deep breath. âWhen will Mrs. Naylor be back?â
âThatâs it, you see,â he said, shaking his head. âShe wonât, least not so far as we know. It might be next spring, or then again it might not.â
Isobel was horrified. âBut thatâs â¦Â thatâs the other side of winter!â
âAye, so it is. Youâre welcome to stay the night, while you think on it,â he offered. âThereâs plenty of room. Thereâs been barely a soul in the house since poor Mr. Kilmuir met his accident. Itâll be good to have someone to cook for, and the sound of voices not our own.â
âHas Mrs. Naylor been gone so long?â Vespasia put in with surprise. âI thought that was well over a year ago.â
âYear and a half,â he replied. âEarly summer, it was, of â51. Now, if I can get you some luncheon, perhaps? Youâll not have eaten, Iâll be bound.â
âThank you,â Vespasia accepted before Isobel could demur. They needed sustenance, and even more they needed the time it would take in order to make a decision in the face of this devastating news.
âWhat on earth are we going to do?â Isobel asked as soon as they were alone in the main hall again where the fire was warmer. âWill they listen if I explain to them that Mrs. Naylor wasnât here, and wherever she is, is at the other side of Scotland, and thereâs no way to get there?â
âNo,â Vespasia said frankly. âFor a start, if she is there, then there must be a way for us to get there, also.â But as she said it she felt panic well up inside her. She had spoken on impulse when she promised to come as far as Inverness with Isobel. Part of it was sympathy, part a profound and increasing dislike for Lady Warburton and a desire to see her thwarted, and a good deal more than she had realized before, a desire for Omegusâs respect, even admiration. Now it was beginning to look like a far greater task than she had bargained for. But pride would not let her falter now, and honesty would not allow her to let Isobel believe that what they had done so far
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