Maud Lindesay caught her companion's hand as she looked.
"They have found us," she whispered; "at least, they are seeking for us.

If Laurence is here, I warrant Sholto cannot be very far away.

Oh, Margaret, am I looking very ill?
Will he think I am as--( she paused for a word)--as comely as he thought me before in Scotland?
Or have I grown old and ugly with being shut up so long ?" But the Maid of Galloway heard her not.

She was pondering on the meaning of Laurence's presence in the Castle of Machecoul.
"Perhaps William hath sent Laurence to spy us out, and is even now coming from his French duchy with an army.

He is a far greater man than the marshal, and will make him give us up as soon as he finds out where we are.