Chapter 39
COLONSAY CASTLE The day continued lovely, with a fine breeze. The whole sky and air and sea were alive--with moving clouds, with wind, with waves flashing in the sun. As they stepped on board amidst the little crowd gathered to see, Lady Florimel could hardly keep her delight within the bounds of so called propriety. It was all she could do to restrain herself from dancing on the little deck half swept by the tiller. The boat of a schooner which lay at the quay towed them out of the harbour. Then the creature spread her wings like a bird --mainsail and gaff topsail, staysail and jib--leaped away to leeward, and seemed actually to bound over the waves. Malcolm sat at the tiller, and Blue Peter watched the canvas. Lady Florimel turned out to be a good sailor, and her enjoyment was so conta
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