What the law will give you, or has given you, you enjoy--or you shall enjoy; neither my father nor I myself would have received anything on the footing of favour." "Favour! No, you misunderstand me," resumed the Keeper; "or rather you are no lawyer.

A right may be good in law, and ascertained to be so, which yet a man of honour may not in every case care to avail himself of." "I am sorry for it, my lord," said the Master.
"Nay, nay," retorted his guest, "you speak like a young counsellor; your spirit goes before your wit.

There are many things still open for decision betwixt us.

Can you blame me, an old man desirous of peace, and in the castle of a young nobleman who has saved my daughter's life and my own, that I am desirous, anxiously desirous, that these should be settled on the most liberal principles ?" The old man kept fast hold of the Master's passive hand as he spoke, and made it impossible for him, be his predetermination what it would, to return any other than an acquiescent reply; and wishing his guest good-night, he postponed farther conference until the next morning.
Ravenswood hurried into the hall, where he was to spend the night, and for a time traversed its pavement with a disordered and rapid pace.
His mortal foe was under his roof, yet his sentiments towards him were neither those of a feudal enemy nor of a true Christian.

He felt as if he could neither forgive him in the one character, nor follow forth his vengeance in the other, but that he was making a base and dishonourable composition betwixt his resentment against the father and his affection for his daughter.