The Douglas lads took their bonnets in their hands.

Their dark hair was stirred by the breeze.

Sholto also bared his head and looked towards the speck of white which he could just discern on the summit of the frowning keep.
"Shall ever her eyelashes rise and fall again for me, and shall I see the smile waver alternately petulant and tender upon her lips ?" This was his meditation.

For, being a young man in love, these things were more to him than matins and evensong, king or chancellor, heaven or hell--as indeed it was right and wholesome that they should be..