He saw it and his noble spirit was touched; and he has been all, all, aye, more than I could have dreamed, to me--so loving and so true." "Then why fancy thyself a burden, not a joy to him, sweet friend ?" demanded Isabella of Buchan, the rich accents of her voice even softer and sweeter than usual, for there was something in the clinging confidence of the queen it was impossible not to love.
"I did not, I could not, for he cherished me so fondly till this sudden rising--this time, when his desperate enterprise demands energy and firmness, even from the humblest female, how much more from the Bruce's wife! and his manner is not changed towards me, nor his love.

I know he loves me, cherishes me, as he ever did; but he must pity my weakness, my want of nerve; when he compares me to himself, he must look on me with almost contempt.

For now it is, now that clearer than ever his character stands forth in such glorious majesty, such moderation, such a daring yet self-governed spirit, that I feel how utterly unworthy I am of him, how little capable to give that spirit, that mind the reflection it must demand; and when my weak fears prevail, my weak fancies speak only of danger and defeat, how can he bear with me?
Must I not become, if I am not now, a burden ?" "No, dearest Margaret," replied the countess, instantly.

"The mind that can so well _appreciate_ the virtues of her husband will never permit herself, through weakness and want of nerve, to become a burden to him.
Thou hast but to struggle with these imaginary terrors, to endeavor to encourage, instead of to dispirit, and he will love and cherish thee even more than hadst thou never been unnerved." "Let him but be restored to me, and I will do all this.

I will make myself more worthy of his love; but, oh, Isabella, while I speak this, perhaps he is lost to me forever; I may never see his face, never hear that tone of love again!" and a fresh flood of weeping concluded her words.
"Nay, but thou wilt--I know thou wilt," answered the countess, cheeringly.