"Methinks it seemeth but ill done of the lass that she should so quickly change at others' bidding, more especially when it cometh to the marrying of a man as old as this same Sir Stephen.

I like it not in her, Allan." "Nay," said Allan hotly, "thou dost wrong her.

She is as soft and gentle as a stockdove.

I know her better than anyone in all the world.

She may do her father's bidding, but if she marries Sir Stephen, her heart will break and she will die.