He cursed himself, as he hurried to and fro in the pale moonlight, and more ruddy gleams of the expiring wood-fire.

He threw open and shut the latticed windows with violence, as if alike impatient of the admission and exclusion of free air.

At length, however, the torrent of passion foamed off its madness, and he flung himself into the chair which he proposed as his place of repose for the night.
"If, in reality," such were the calmer thoughts that followed the first tempest of his passion--"if, in reality, this man desires no more than the law allows him--if he is willing to adjust even his acknowledged rights upon an equitable footing, what could be my father's cause of complaint ?--what is mine?
Those from who we won our ancient possessions fell under the sword of my ancestors, and left lands and livings to the conquerors; we sink under the force of the law, now too powerful for the Scottish cavalry.

Let us parley with the victors of the day, as if we had been besieged in our fortress, and without hope of relief.

This man may be other than I have thought him; and his daughter--but I have resolved not to think of her." He wrapt his cloak around him, fell asleep, and dreamed of Lucy Ashton till daylight gleamed through the lattices..