country.'

'Thou shouldst have been born in a hovel!' returned Jean,
raising her proud little head. 'I feel more than ever what I
am--a true princess!'

And she looked it, with beauty enhanced by the rich attire which
only made Eleanor embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Malcolm, the more scrupulous of the Drummond brothers, begged of
George Douglas, when at Durham, to write to his father and
declare himself to Sir Patrick, but the youth would do neither.
He did not think himself sufficiently out of reach, and,
besides, the very sight of a pen was abhorrent to him. There
was something pleasing to him in the liberty of a kind of
volunteer attached to the expedition, and he would not give it
up. Nor was he without some wild idea of winning Jean's notice
by some gallant exploit on her behalf before she knew him for
the object of her prejudice, the Master of Angus. As to Sir
Patrick, he was far too busy trying to compose Border quarrels,
and gleaning information about the Gloucester and Beaufort
parties at Court, to have any attention to spare for the young
man riding in his suite with the barefooted lad ever at his
stirrup.

Geordie never attempted to secure better accommodation than the
other lances; he groomed his steed himself, with a little
assistance from Ringan, and slept in the straw of its bed, with
the lad curled up at his feet; the only difference observable
between him and the rest being that he always groomed himself