Would I be appeased when he came straight to seek me, borne in a litter?
Would I-- ?" And she mused, her finger at her mouth, and her brow puckered, but with a smile on her lips and in her eyes.
Then I, seeing her so fair, yet by me so undesired; and beholding her so merry, while my heart was amazed with the worst sorrow, and considering, too, that but for her all this would never have been, but I sitting happy by my lady's side,--thinking on all this, I say, I turned from her angrily, as if I would leave the balcony.
"Nay, wait," she cried, "for I must see all the show out, and here come the Scots Guard, thy friends, and I need time to take counsel with my wisdom on this weighty matter.

See, they know you"; and, indeed, many a man in that gallant array waved his hand to me merrily, as they filed past under their banners--the Douglas's bloody heart, the Crescent moon of Harden, the Napier's sheaf of spears, the blazons of Lindsays and Leslies, Homes, and Hepburns, and Stuarts.

It was a sight to put life into the dying breast of a Scot in a strange country, and all were strong men and young, ruddy and brown of cheek, high of heart and heavy of hand.
And most beckoned to me, and pointed onwards to that way whither they were bound, in chase of fame and fortune.

All this might have made a sick man whole, but my spirit was dead within me, so that I could scarce beckon back to them, or even remember their faces.
"Would I forgive you," said Charlotte, after she had thrown the remnant of her roses to her friends among the Scots, "if you hurried to me, pale, and borne in a litter?
Nay, methinks not, or not for long; and then I should lay it on you never to see her face again;--she is I, you know, for the nonce.

But if you waited and did not come, then my pride might yield at length, and I send for you.