“I dinna ken whether His Grace has told you, miss, but Donald’ll be in the room next to yours keepin’ guard on you tonight.”
Isa looked at her in surprise and asked quickly,
“I hope someone is guarding the Duke.”
“Aye, you mebbe sure of that, miss,” the maid replied. “Mr. Vernon is in His Grace’s dressing room with Andrew outside his door, both of them armed.”
Isa gave a little cry.
Then, as the maid extinguished the lights and went quietly from the room, she could hear her speaking softly to somebody next door and knew that it was Donald.
He was the Duke’s personal piper who had played his bagpipes round the dinner table on the night of the ball.
She had thought then how strong and muscular he looked and was sure that if he was on guard it would be impossible for anybody to hurt he
