He was motionless.

Her tears redoubled.

He felt the embarrassment of his situation; and at last extricating his tongue, which surprise and shame for her had chained, in a gentle voice he inquired the cause of her uneasiness.

"If for the safety of your nephews-" "No, no," cried she, interrupting him, "read my fate in that of the lady of Glenshealeach!" Again he was silent; astonished, fearful of too promptly understanding so disgraceful a truth, he found no words in which to answer her, and her emotions became so uncontrolled, that he expected she would swoon in his arms.
"Cruel, cruel Wallace!" at last cried she, clinging to him, for he had once or twice attempted to disengage himself, and reseat her on the bench; "your heart is steeled, or it would understand mine.

It would at least pity the wretchedness it has created.