What the foul fiend, knows she of the Bruce?
No, no! 'tis too wild a tale--when have they ever met ?" "More often than thou listeth, gentle kinsman," returned Fife, with just sufficient show of mystery to lash his companion into fury.

"I could tell thee of a time when Robert of Carrick was domesticated with my immaculate sister, hunting with her, hawking with her, reading with her, making favorable impressions on every heart in Fife Castle save mine own." "And she loved him!--she was loved," muttered Buchan; "and she vowed her troth to me, the foul-mouthed traitress! She loved him, saidst thou ?" "On my faith, I know not, Comyn.

Rumors, I know, went abroad that it would have been better for the Lady Isabella's peace and honor if this gallant, fair-spoken knight had kept aloof." "And then, her brother, carest not to speak these things, and in that reckless tone?
By St.Swithin, ye are well matched," returned Buchan, with a short and bitter laugh of scorn.
"Faith, Comyn, I love mine own life and comfort too well to stand up the champion of woman's honor; besides, I vouch not for the truth of floating rumors.

I tell thee but what comes across my brain; for its worth thou art the best judge." "I were a fool to mine own interest to doubt thee now, little worth as are thy words in common," again muttered the incensed earl, resuming his hasty strides.

"Patriotism! loyalty! ha, ha! high-sounding words, forsooth.