When Mrs. Churchill's orders were made known, they caused many secret marvellings and murmurings.

[T]hough remote / From the main ocean many a mile / Inflooded past cape, creek, and kyle, / The sea-loch flanked by precipice walls, / With ever-lessening murmur crawls, / Till 'neath the Pass he lies subdued / By the o'er-aweing solitude; […]

Soon the two of them were chatting thirteen to the dozen, like old friends.

The rest we'll leave to be examined later, if we think fit;