3.  After dinner they went outside and sat down on a bench in the garden.  It was a cool and pleasant evening.  The sun had gone down in red fire behind the Atlantic, and there was still left a rich glow of crimson in the west, while overhead, in the pale yellow of the sky, some filmy clouds of rose color lay motionless.  How calm was the sea out there, and the whiter stretch of water coming into Loch Roag!  The cool air of the twilight was scented with sweetbrier.  The wash of the ripples along the coast could be heard in the stillness.

4.  The girl put her hand on her father’s head, and reminded him that she had had her big greyhound, Bras, imprisoned all the afternoon, and that she had to go down to Borvabost with a message for some people who were leaving by the boat in the morning.

“But you can not go away down to Borvabost by yourself, Sheila,” said Ingram.  “It will be dark before you return.”

“It will not be darker than this all the night through,” said the girl.

5.  “But I hope you will let us go with you,” said Lavender, rather anxiously; and she assented with a gracious smile, and went to fetch the great deerhound that was her constant companion.  And lo! he found himself walking with a Princess in this wonderland, through the magic twilight that prevails in northern latitudes.  Mackenzie and Ingram had gone to the front.  The large deerhound, after regarding him attentively, had gone to its mistress’s side, and remained closely there.

6.  Even Sheila, when they had reached the loftiest part of their route, and could see beneath them the island and the water surrounding it, was struck by the exceeding beauty of the twilight; and as for her companion, he remembered it many a time thereafter, as if it were a dream of the sea.

7.  Before them lay the Atlantic—­a pale line of blue, still, silent, and remote.  Overhead the sky was of a clear, thin gold, with heavy masses of violet cloud stretched across from north to south, and thickening as they got near the horizon.  Down at their feet, near the shore, a dusky line of huts and houses was scarcely visible; and over these lay a pale blue film of peat smoke that did not move in the still air.

8.  Then they saw the bay into which the White Water runs, and they could trace the yellow glimmer of the river stretching into the island through a level valley of bog and morass.  Far away towards the east lay the bulk of the island,—­dark green undulations of moorland and pasture; and there, in the darkness, the gable of one white house had caught the clear light of the sky, and was gleaming westward like a star.

9.  But all this was as nothing to the glory that began to shine in the southeast, where the sky was of a pale violet over the peaks of Mealasabhal and Suainabhal.  There, into the beautiful dome, rose the golden crescent of the moon, warm in color, as though it still retained the last rays of the sunset.  A line of quivering gold fell across Loch Roag, and touched the black hull and spars of the boat in which Sheila had been sailing in the morning.