"For any true maid it were most right and proper! Where is there a noble lady in Scotland who would not have been proud to listen to him?
But he must needs run after this mongrel French woman!" "Even Mistress Maud Lindesay would accept him, would she ?" said Sholto, somewhat bitterly, releasing her a little.
"Maud Lindesay is no great lady, only the daughter of a poor baron of the North, and much bound to my Lord Douglas by gratitude for that which he hath done for her family.

As you right well know, Maud Lindesay is little better than a tiremaiden in the house of my lord." "Nay," said Sholto, "I crave your pardon.

I meant it not.

I am hasty of words, and the time is short.

Will you pardon me and bid me farewell, for the horses are being led from stall, and I cannot keep my lord waiting ?" "You are glad to go," she said reproachfully; "you will forget us whom you leave behind you here.