She had looked upon the Heaven-dedicated Wallace; on the widowed mourner of Marion; the saint and the hero; the being of another world! and as such she would regard him, till in the realms of purity she might acknowledge the brother of her soul! A sacred inspiration seemed to illuminate her features, and to brace with the vigor of immortality those limbs which before had sunk under her.

She forgot she was still of earth, while a holy love, like that of the dove in Paradise, sat brooding on her heart.
Lady Mar gazed on her without understanding the ethereal meaning of those looks.

Judging from her own impassioned feelings, she could only resolve the resplendent beauty which shone from the now animated face and form of Helen into the rapture of finding herself beloved.

Had she not heard Wallace declare himself to be the unknown knight who had rescued Helen?
She had heard him devote his life to her, and was not his heart included in that dedication?
She had then heard that love vowed to another, which she would have sacrificed her soul to win! Murray too was confounded; but his reflections were far different from those of Lady Mar.

He saw his newly self-discerned passion smothered in its first breath.