But in his heart he was saying over and over to himself words that consoled him mightily: "A murrain on her! The cozening madam, she will never be worth naming on the same day as Maud Lindesay!" "Nay," cried the Lady Sybilla, laughing; "indeed, I said not that I disliked this your squire.

What woman thinks the worse of a lad of mettle that he does not walk with his head between his feet.

But 'tis pity that there is no fair cruel maid to bind his heart in chains, and make him fetch and carry to break his pride.

He thinks overmuch of his sword-play and arrow skill." "He must go to France for that humbling," said the Earl, gaily, "or else mayhap some day a maid may come from France to break his heart for him.

The like hath been and may be again." "I would that I had known there were such gallant blades as you three, my Lords of Douglas and their knight, sighing here in Scotland to have your hearts broke for the good of your souls.