Other gallants were not unlikely to be on the watch as well as himself about the house of the Fair Maid of Perth; and he knew his own foible so well as to be sensible of the great chance of a scuffle arising betwixt them.
"I have the advantage," he thought, "by my father Simon's friendship; and why should I stain my fingers with the blood of the poor creatures that are not worthy my notice, since they are so much less fortunate than myself?
No--no, I will be wise for once, and keep at a distance from all temptation to a broil.

They shall have no more time to quarrel with me than just what it may require for me to give the signal, and for my father Simon to answer it.

I wonder how the old man will contrive to bring her to the window?
I fear, if she knew his purpose, he would find it difficult to carry it into execution." While these lover-like thoughts were passing through his brain, the armourer loitered in his pace, often turning his eyes eastward, and eyeing the firmament, in which no slight shades of grey were beginning to flicker, to announce the approach of dawn, however distant, which, to the impatience of the stout armourer, seemed on that morning to abstain longer than usual from occupying her eastern barbican.

He was now passing slowly under the wall of St.Anne's Chapel (not failing to cross himself and say an ace, as he trode the consecrated ground), when a voice, which seemed to come from behind one of the flying buttresses of the chapel, said, "He lingers that has need to run." "Who speaks ?" said the armourer, looking around him, somewhat startled at an address so unexpected, both in its tone and tenor.
"No matter who speaks," answered the same voice.

"Do thou make great speed, or thou wilt scarce make good speed.