in London, which was a week's journey by ship, two weeks by stagecoach.
He had once been a pennypinching Edinburgh chandler, people said, selling candies and gin from a comer shop, and no more honest than he had to be. Then a relative died young and childless, and George had inherited the castle and the mines. On that foundation he had built a business empire that stretched to such unimaginably distant places as Barbados and Virginia. And he was now starchily respectable: a baronet, a magistrate, and alderman of Wapping, responsible for law and order along London's waterfront. He was obviously paying a visit to his Scottish estate, accompanied by family and guests. "Well, that's that," Esther said with relief.
"What do you mean?" said Mack, although he could guess. "You won't be able to read out your letter now."
"Why not?"
"Malachi McAsh, don't be a damn fool!" she exclaimed. "Not in front of the laird himself!"
"On the contrary," he said stubbornly. "This makes it all the better."
Chapter 2
UZZIE HALLIM REFUSED TO GO TO CHURCH IN THE carriage. It was a silly idea. The road from Jamisson Castle was a rutted, potholed track, its muddy ridges frozen as hard as rock. The ride would be frightfully bumpy, the carriage would have to go at walking pace, and the passengers would arrive cold and bruised and probably late. She insisted on riding to church. Such unladylike behavior made her mother despaiL "How will you ever get a husband if you always act like a man?" Lady Hallim said. "I can get a husband whenever I like," Lizzie replied. It was true: men fell in love with her all the time. "The problem is finding one I can put up with for more than half an hour."
"The problem is finding one that doesn't scare easily," her mother muttered. Lizzie laughed. They were both right. Men fell in love with her at first sight, then found out what she was like and backed off hurriedly. Her comments had scandalized Edinburgh society for years. At her first baB, talking to a trio of old dowagers, she had remarked that the high sheriff had a fat backside, and her reputation had never recovered. Last year Mother had taken her to London in the spring and "launched" her into English society. It had been a disaster. Lizzie had talked too loud, laughed too much and openly mocked the elaborate manners and tight clothes of the dandified young men who tried to court her. "It's because you grew up without a man in the house," her mother added. "It's made you too independent." With that she got into the carriage. Lizzie walked across the flinty front of Jamisson Castle, heading for the stables on the east side. Her father had died when she was three, so she hardly remembered him. When she asked what killed him her mother said vaguely: "Liver."
He had left them penniless. For years Mother had scraped by, mortgaging more and more of the Hallim estate, waiting for Lizzie to grow up and many a wealthy man who would solve all their problems. Now Lizzie was twenty years old and it was time to fulfill her destiny. That was undoubtedly why the Jamisson family were visiting their Scottish property again after all these years, and why their principal houseguests were their neighbors, Lizzie and her mother, who lived only ten miles away. The pretext for the party was the twentyfirst birthday of the younger son, Jay; but the real reason was that they wanted Lizzie to marry the older son, Robert. Mother was in favor, as Robert was the heir to a great fortune. Sir George was in favor because he wanted to add the Hallim estate to the Jamisson family's land. Robert seemed to be in favor, to judge by the way he had been paying attention to her ever since they arrived; although it was always hard to know what was in Robert's heart.
She saw him standing in the stable yard, waiting for the horses to be saddled. He resembled the portrait of his mother that hung in the castle hall-a grave, plain woman with fine hair and light eyes and a determined look about the mouth. There was nothing wrong with him: he was not especially ugly, neither thin nor fat, nor did he smell bad or drink too much or dress effeminately. He was a great catch, Lizzie told herself, and if he proposed marriage she would probably