forgive me!--to look upon one who thinks little enough of me. And,
as you entered the church, methought I saw two or three dangerous
looking men holding counsel together, and gazing at you and at
her, and in especial Sir John Ramorny, whom I knew well enough,
for all his disguise, and the velvet patch over his eye, and his
cloak so like a serving man's; so methought, father Simon, that, as
you were old, and yonder slip of a Highlander something too young
to do battle, I would even walk quietly after you, not doubting,
with the tools I had about me, to bring any one to reason that might
disturb you in your way home. You know that yourself discovered
me, and drew me into the house, whether I would or no; otherwise, I
promise you, I would not have seen your daughter till I had donn'd
the new jerkin which was made at Berwick after the latest cut;
nor would I have appeared before her with these weapons, which she
dislikes so much. Although, to say truth, so many are at deadly feud
with me for one unhappy chance or another, that it is as needful
for me as for any man in Scotland to go by night with weapons about
me."

"The silly wench never thinks of that," said Simon Glover: "she
never has sense to consider, that in our dear native land of Scotland
every man deems it his privilege and duty to avenge his own wrong.
But, Harry, my boy, thou art to blame for taking her talk so much
to heart. I have seen thee bold enough with other wenches, wherefore
so still and tongue tied with her?"

"Because she is something different from other maidens, father
Glover--because she is not only more beautiful, but wiser, higher,
holier, and seems to me as if she were made of better clay than we
that approach her. I can hold my head high enough with the rest