For let her be at heart what she may, she looks too modest, now she is in decent dress, to deserve the usage which the wild Scot of Galloway, or the devil's legion from the Liddel, are like to afford her." Louise stood as if she waited his pleasure which way to go.

Her little dog, relieved by the exchange of the dark, subterranean vault for the open air, sprung in wild gambols through the walks, and jumped upon its mistress, and even, though more timidly, circled close round the smith's feet, to express its satisfaction to him also, and conciliate his favour.
"Down, Charlot--down!" said the glee maiden.

"You are glad to get into the blessed sunshine; but where shall we rest at night, my poor Charlot ?" "And now, mistress," said the smith, not churlishly, for it was not in his nature, but bluntly, as one who is desirous to finish a disagreeable employment, "which way lies your road ?" Louise looked on the ground and was silent.

On being again urged to say which way she desired to be conducted, she again looked down, and said she could not tell.
"Come--come," said Henry, "I understand all that: I have been a galliard--a reveller in my day, but it's best to be plain.

As matters are with me now, I am an altered man for these many, many months; and so, my quean, you and I must part sooner than perhaps a light o' love such as you expected to part with--a likely young fellow." Louise wept silently, with her eyes still cast on the ground, as one who felt an insult which she had not a right to complain of.