"I came not from Dunluce to make speeches or bandy words with you.

I owe _you_ naught-- or if I do, 'tis a debt you had rather I paid not." "I," said Sir John, pulling himself up, "as representing her gracious Majesty--" Here Sorley Boy stalked off to where a miniature picture of her Majesty hung on the wall.
"Is this Elizabeth ?" demanded he.
"That is a presentment, far short in splendour, of her Majesty's admirable presence," said the Deputy.
Sorley Boy took the picture in his hand and mused on it in silence.

At length: "Pray heaven she be no worse favoured in the flesh! Yet, being a woman, I do her homage." And, like an old gallant, he doffed his hat, and raised the picture to his lips.
Thus it was the McDonnell made his peace with the Sassenach.

He handed the picture to me gloomily to replace; which I did after humbly doing it obeisance on bended knee.

Then he summoned me to follow him from the hall.
Sir John witnessed this strange scene in bewilderment and displeasure.
He had reckoned on the satisfaction of hearing his old foe renounce his enmity and sue for terms; and it vexed him to find the ceremony thus taken out of his hands and curtly disposed of by the proud old Scot.
Yet he knew enough of Sorley Boy to take what he could get, and must needs pocket his pride.