The house itself is little more than a ruin now. Its old gables are stained to half a dozen hues with the damp of years, and yellow sea-lichen has crept over the slates, colouring them like autumn sunlight. House-leek covers the rounded steps that lead up to the door, and wallflower is growing bravely in every chink. The only memorial that “envious time” has left of Henrietta and Lucie Marjorybanks in the place that once knew them, is a heart cut upon the west turret window, with the name “Lucie” scrawled above it, and underneath, the words “United hearts death only parts,” with over all the date 1775.