She then said to Ravenswood: "And you, too, are angry with me for my love?
It is just that strangers should be offended, but you, too, are angry!" "I am not angry, Alice," said the Master, "only surprised that you, whose good sense I have heard so often praised, should give way to offensive and unfounded suspicions." "Offensive!" said Alice.

"Ay, trust is ever offensive; but, surely, not unfounded." "I tell you, dame, most groundless," replied Ravenswood.
"Then the world has changed its wont, and the Ravenswoods their hereditary temper, and the eyes of Old Alice's understanding are yet more blind than those of her countenance.

When did a Ravenswood seek the house of his enemy but with the purpose of revenge?
and hither are you come, Edgar Ravenswood, either in fatal anger or in still more fatal love." "In neither," said Ravenswood, "I give you mine honour--I mean, I assure you." Alice could not see his blushing cheek, but she noticed his hesitation, and that he retracted the pledge which he seemed at first disposed to attach to his denial.
"It is so, then," she said, "and therefore she is to tarry by the Mermaiden's Well! Often has it been called a place fatal to the race of Ravenswood--often has it proved so; but never was it likely to verify old sayings as much as on this day." "You drive me to madness, Alice," said Ravenswood; "you are more silly and more superstitious than old Balderstone.

Are you such a wretched Christian as to suppose I would in the present day levy war against the Ashton family, as was the sanguinary custom in elder times?
or do you suppose me so foolish, that I cannot walk by a young lady's side without plunging headlong in love with her ?" "My thoughts," replied Alice, "are my own; and if my mortal sight is closed to objects present with me, it may be I can look with more steadiness into future events.

Are you prepared to sit lowest at the board which was once your father's own, unwillingly, as a connexion and ally of his proud successor?
Are you ready to live on his bounty; to follow him in the bye-paths of intrigue and chicane, which none can better point out to you; to gnaw the bones of his prey when he has devoured the substance?
Can you say as Sir William Ashton says, think as he thinks, vote as he votes, and call your father's murderer your worshipful father-in-law and revered patron?
Master of Ravenswood, I am the eldest servant of your house, and I would rather see you shrouded and coffined!" The tumult in Ravenswood's mind was uncommonly great; she struck upon and awakened a chord which he had for some time successfully silenced.
He strode backwards and forwards through the little garden with a hasty pace; and at length checking himself, and stopping right opposite to Alice, he exclaimed: "Woman! on the verge of the grave, dare you urge the son of your master to blood and to revenge ?" "God forbid!" said Alice, solemnly; "and therefore I would have you depart these fatal bounds, where your love, as well as your hatred, threatens sure mischief, or at least disgrace, both to yourself and others.