"Peace," she said, "my trusty Valentine, whom I have a right to command; and peace you, Conachar, who ought to obey me as your master's daughter.

It is ill done to awaken again on the morrow the evil which has been laid to sleep at night." "Farewell, then, master," said Conachar, after another look of scorn at the smith, which he only answered with a laugh--"farewell! and I thank you for your kindness, which has been more than I deserve.

If I have at times seemed less than thankful, it was the fault of circumstances, and not of my will.

Catharine--" He cast upon the maiden a look of strong emotion, in which various feelings were blended.

He hesitated, as if to say something, and at length turned away with the single word "farewell." Five minutes afterwards, with Highland buskins on his feet and a small bundle in his hand, he passed through the north gate of Perth, and directed his course to the Highlands.
"There goes enough of beggary and of pride for a whole Highland clan," said Henry.