About the laird and me." "You couldn't love him?
They say he is a fine man." "No, I couldn't love him.

I like him.

He understands.

No one is to blame." "But if it is not that, what is it--what is it, Elspeth ?" "It's naught--naught--naught, I tell you!" "It's a strange naught that makes you like a dark lady in a ballad-book!" Elspeth laughed again.

"Didn't I say that you were fanciful?
It's late and I am sleepy." That had been while the leaves were still upon the trees.