CHAPTER FOURVara had been in the breakfast room for some minutes before Donald appeared.
“Ah’m afraid to say that his Lordship’s goin’ to be a wee bit late this mornin’, miss,” he said. “He’s had a bad night.”
“A bad night?” Vara echoed in surprise.
She had very much enjoyed dinner last night with the Earl.
The Piper had three new tunes to play and she had persuaded the Earl beforehand to congratulate him warmly and the young man had been delighted with his words of praise.
They had then talked for a long time about a number of subjects that did not concern the Clan or even Scotland.
When she had retired to bed, she had thought then that the Earl was becoming far more human.
She was also sure that he was not as sensitive about his blindness as he had been when she arrived.
Now, as
