Mar remembered their parents-their fathers, once his companions in the
chase or on the wave; and their mothers, the pretty maidens he used to
pursue over the hills in the merry time of shealing.

Lady Mar watched the countenance of Wallace as he looked upon the
joyous group; it was placid, and a soft complacency illumined his eye.
How different was the expression in hers, had he marked it! All within
her was in tumult, and the characters were but too legibly imprinted on
her face. But he did not look on her; for the child, whom the perfume
of the flowers overpowered, began to cry. He rose, and having resigned
it to the nurse, turned into a narrow vista of trees, where he walked
slowly on, unconscious whither he went.

Lady Mar, with an eager, though almost aimless haste, followed him with
a light step till she saw him turn out of the vista, and then she lost
sight of him. To walk with him undisturbed in so deep a seclusion; to
improve the impression which she was sure she had made upon his heart;
to teach him which she was sure she had made upon his heart; to teach
him to forget his Marion, in the hope of one day possessing her-all
these thoughts ran in this vain woman's head; and, inwardly rejoicing
that the shattered health of her husband promised her a ready freedom
to become the wife of the man to whom she would gladly belong, in honor
or in dishonor, she hastened forward as if the accomplishment of her
wishes depended on this meeting. Peeping through the trees, she saw
him standing with folded arms, looking intently into the bosom of a
large lake; but the place was so thickly surrounded with willows, she
could only perceive him at intervals, when the wind tossed aside the
branches.

Having stood for some time, he walked on. Several times she essayed to