"As we've practiced it, Angus! Let him in, fetch him a glass of that horrid port we purchased in the village. When you're done, send Mary upstairs right away with a bucket of water. I need to wash." Angus paused, one large hand on the doorknob. "Now? But MacLean's already here." She lifted her chin. "I waited for MacLean; now can wait for ." Angus grinned, "Very well, miss."