CHAPTER 3
NETHERGATE, DUNDEE, AUTUMN 1827
I lay in bed that night with images from the previous days flashing through my brain. I heard Baird’s words again and again: “I mean to have you as my wife.”
Well, my brave Adonis, I thought, I am already spoken for and have no intention of altering my affections for Baird MacGillivray or anybody else. However, coupled with Mother Faa’s warnings about Kenny, I was more than a little concerned.
The events passed through my mind in a constant procession, repeating endlessly, as I tossed and turned in my narrow bed. I saw again the old man carrying his sticks, Mother Faa with her wise, wrinkled face, Baird MacGillivray and his parents and the luxury of Mysore House.
“I can’t make sense of it,” I said as my mother came in to see what was troubling
