The countess saw not what was passing in his mind, but kissing her hand to him, disappeared from the window when he entered the palace.
Another eye beside Lady Mar's had witnessed the triumphant entry of Wallace.

Triumphant in the true sense of the word; for he came a victor over the hearts of men; he came, not attended by his captives won in the war, but by the people he had blessed, by throngs calling him preserver, father, friend, and prince! By every title which can inspire the soul of man with the happy consciousness of fulfilling his embassy here below.
Helen was this witness.

She had passed the long interval, since she had seen Wallace, in the state of one in a dream.

The glance had been so transient, that every succeeding hour seemed to lessen the evidence of her senses that she had really beheld him.

It appeared impossible to her that the man whom her thoughts had hitherto dwelt on as the widowed husband of Marion, as the hero whom sorrow had wholly dedicated to patriotism and to Heaven, should ever awaken in her breast feelings which would seem to break like a sacrilegious host upon the holy consecration of his.