Halbert opened his eyes.

When he fixed them on the rough features and English helmet of the soldier, he closed them again with a deep groan.
"My honest Scot," said Grimsby, "trust in me.

I am a man like yourself; and though a Southron, am no enemy to age and helplessness." The harper took courage at these words; he again looked at the soldier; but suddenly recollecting what had passed, he turned his eyes toward the body of his mistress, on which the beams of the now rising sun were shining.

He started up, and staggering toward her, would have fallen, had not Grimsby supported him.

"O what a sight is this!" cried he, wringing his hands.