"Yes," added Murray, "and to keep a more insidious foe from our own!
Edwin and I feel it rather dangerous to bask too long in these sunny
bowers."

"But surely your chief is not afraid," said she, casting a soft glance
at Wallace.

"Yet, nevertheless, I must fly," returned he, bowing to her.

"That you positively shall not," added she, with a fluttering joy at
her heart, thinking she was about to succeed; "you stir not this night,
else I shall brand you all as a band of cowards."

"Call us by every name in the poltroon's calendar," cried Murray,
seeing by the countenance of Wallace that his resolution was not to be
moved; "yet I must gallop off from your black-eyed Judith, as if chased
by the ghost of Holofernes himself."

"So, dear aunt," rejoined Edwin, smiling, "if you do not mean to play
Circe to our Ulysses, give us leave to go!"

Lady Mar started, confused she knew not how, as he innocently uttered
these words. The animated boy snatched a kiss from her hand, when he
ceased speaking, and darted after Murray, who had disappeared, to give
some speeding directions respecting the boat.

Left thus alone with the object of her every wish, in the moment when
she thought she was going to lose him, perhaps, forever, she forgot all
prudence, all reserve; and laying her hand on her arm, as with a