"If," said Evan Maccombich, "the Saxon gentlemen are laughing because a poor man such as me thinks my life, or the life of six of my degree, is worth that of Vich Ian Vohr, it's like enough they may be very right; but if they laugh because they think I would not keep my word and come back to redeem him, I can tell them they ken neither the heart of a Hielandman nor the honour of a gentleman." That is sublime.

And, again, when Balfour of Burley slaughters Bothwell, the death scene is sublime.

"Die, bloodthirsty dog!" said Burley.

"Die as thou hast lived! Die like the beasts that perish--hoping nothing, believing nothing!"-- --"And fearing nothing," said Bothwell.

Horrible as is the picture, it is sublime.