The colour came strong in her face, and she looked at me and nodded.
"O yes, Mr.David," said she, "that is what I think of you.

The heart goes with the lips." I could read in her face high spirit, and a chivalry like a brave child's; not anything besides.

She kissed my hand, as she had kissed Prince Charlie's, with a higher passion than the common kind of clay has any sense of.

Nothing before had taught me how deep I was her lover, nor how far I had yet to climb to make her think of me in such a character.
Yet I could tell myself I had advanced some way, and that her heart had beat and her blood flowed at thoughts of me.
After that honour she had done me I could offer no more trivial civility.

It was even hard for me to speak; a certain lifting in her voice had knocked directly at the door of my own tears.
"I praise God for your kindness, dear," said I."Farewell, my little friend!" giving her that name which she had given to herself; with which I bowed and left her.
My way was down the glen of the Leith River, towards Stockbridge and Silvermills.