Here Scott displays, without affectation, a truly Greek reserve in his art.

The deep and strong affection of Diana Vernon would not have been otherwise handled by him who drew the not more immortal picture of Antigone.

Unlike modern novelists, Sir Walter deals neither in analysis nor in rapturous effusions.

We can, unfortunately, imagine but too easily how some writers would peep and pry into the concealed emotions of that maiden heart; how others would revel in tears, kisses, and caresses.

In place of all these Scott writes:-- She extended her hand, but I clasped her to my bosom.