She would then start and sigh, and repeat his words to herself, but all was serene in her bosom.

For it seemed as if the contemplation of so much loveliness of soul in so noble a form, soothed instead of agitated her heart.
"What a king will he be ?" thought she; "with what transport would the virtuous Wallace set the Scottish crown on so noble a brow." Such were her meditations and feelings, when she was brought a prisoner to Stirling.

And when she heard of the victories of Wallace, she could not but think that the brave arm of her knight was there, and that he, with the renowned champion of Scotland, would fly, on the receipt of her letter, to Stirling, there to repeat the valiant deeds of Dumbarton.

The first blast of the Scottish trumpet under the walls found her, as she had said, upon her knees, and kept her there, for hardly with any intermission, with fast and prayer did she kneel before the altar of Heaven--till the voice of Andrew Murray at midnight called her to freedom and to happiness.
Wallace, and perhaps her nameless hero with him, had again conquered! His idea dwelt in her heart and faltered on her tongue; and yet, in reciting the narrative of her late sufferings to her father, when she came to the mentioning of the stranger's conduct to her--with an apprehensive embarrassment she felt her growing emotions as she drew near the subject; and, hurrying over the event, she could only excuse herself for such new perturbations by supposing that the former treason of Lady Mar now excited her alarm, with fear she should fix it on a new object.

Turning cold at an idea so pregnant with horror, she hastily passed from the agitating theme to speak of De Valence and the respect with which he had treated her during her imprisonment.