She's one of the best affected women in the country, and one that's a soldier's friend.

When I was hurt by one of the d--d whig dogs that shot at me from behind a fauld-dike, I lay a month there, and would stand such another wound to be in as good quarters again." "If that be the case," said Bothwell, "I will pay my respects to her as we pass, and request some refreshment for men and horses; I am as thirsty already as if I had drunk nothing at Milnwood.

But it is a good thing in these times," he continued, addressing himself to Henry, "that the King's soldier cannot pass a house without getting a refreshment.

In such houses as Tillie--what d'ye call it?
you are served for love; in the houses of the avowed fanatics you help yourself by force; and among the moderate presbyterians and other suspicious persons, you are well treated from fear; so your thirst is always quenched on some terms or other." "And you purpose," said Henry, anxiously, "to go upon that errand up to the tower younder ?" "To be sure I do," answered Bothwell.

"How should I be able to report favourably to my officers of the worthy lady's sound principles, unless I know the taste of her sack, for sack she will produce--that I take for granted; it is the favourite consoler of your old dowager of quality, as small claret is the potation of your country laird." "Then, for heaven's sake," said Henry, "if you are determined to go there, do not mention my name, or expose me to a family that I am acquainted with.