"I had it foretold me ten, ay, twenty years since, that I was to make the fortune of my house by marriage.

Who knows what may happen, if once we come to fight for honour and ladies' love, as they do in the old romaunts." "Thou name ladies' love, with such a trench in thy visage!" said Guthrie.
"As well not love at all, as love a Bohemian woman of Heathenesse," retorted Le Balafre.
"Hold there, comrades," said Lord Crawford; "no tilting with sharp weapons, no jesting with keen scoffs--friends all.

And for the lady, she is too wealthy to fall to a poor Scottish lord, or I would put in my own claim, fourscore years and all, or not very far from it.

But here is her health, nevertheless, for they say she is a lamp of beauty." "I think I saw her," said another soldier, "when I was upon guard this morning at the inner barrier; but she was more like a dark lantern than a lamp, for she and another were brought into the Chateau in close litters." "Shame! shame! Arnot!" said Lord Crawford; "a soldier on duty should say naught of what he sees.

Besides," he added after a pause, his own curiosity prevailing over the show of discipline which he had thought it necessary to exert, "why should these litters contain this very same Countess Isabelle de Croye ?" "Nay, my Lord," replied Arnot, "I know nothing of it save this, that my coutelier was airing my horses in the road to the village, and fell in with Doguin the muleteer, who brought back the litters to the inn, for they belong to the fellow of the Mulberry Grove yonder--he of the Fleur de Lys, I mean--and so Doguin asked Saunders Steed to take a cup of wine, as they were acquainted, which he was no doubt willing enough to do." "No doubt--no doubt," said the old Lord; "it is a thing I wish were corrected among you, gentlemen; but all your grooms, and couteliers, and jackmen as we should call them in Scotland, are but too ready to take a cup of wine with any one .-- It is a thing perilous in war, and must be amended.