A Douglas should not be a monk, he should be a soldier." So she lay snugly on the bed and prattled on to her brother, who, buried in his thoughts and occupied with his ring, let the hours slip on till at the open door of the Earl's chamber there appeared the most bewitching face in the world, as many in that castle and elsewhere were ready to prove at the sword's point.

The little girl caught sight of it with a shrill cry of pleasure, instantly checked and hushed, however, at the thought of her mother.
"O Maudie," she cried, "come hither into William's room.

He has such a beautiful ring that a lady gave him.

I am sure a lady gave it him.

Was it you, Maud Lindesay?
You are a sly puss not to tell me if it was.
William, it is wicked and provoking of you not to tell me who gave you that ring.