My prayers are heard.
Scotland will yet be free.

Hear those groans--those shouts.

Victory! victory!" As he thus echoed the cry of triumph uttered by the Scots when bursting open the outer gate of the tower, the foundations of the building shook, and Lady Mar, almost insensible with terror, received the exhausted body of her husband into her arms; he fainted from the transport his weakened frame was unable to hear.

Soon after this the stair-door was forced, and the panic-struck women ran shrieking into the room to their mistress.
The countess could not speak, but sat pale and motionless, supporting his head on her bosom.

Guided by the noise, Lord Andrew flew into the room, and rushing toward his uncle, fell at his feet.