I have never known a more cruel, tender man than he.

You will see him in each of his natures before you have finished this history.

But you must judge him only after you have considered his times, which were forty years ago, his surroundings, and his blood.
During those two months remarkable changes occurred within the walls of Haddon, chief of which were in myself, and, alas! in Dorothy.
My pilgrimage to Haddon, as you already know, had been made for the purpose of marrying my fair cousin; for I did not, at the time I left Scotland, suppose I should need Sir George's protection against Elizabeth.
When I met Dorothy at Rowsley, my desire to marry her became personal, in addition to the mercenary motives with which I had originally started.

But I quickly recognized the fact that the girl was beyond my reach.

I knew I could not win her love, even though I had a thousand years to try for it; and I would not accept her hand in marriage solely at her father's command.