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As for Rebecca, now her head is laid upon Ivanhoe's heart, I shall not ask to hear what she is whispering, or describe further that scene of meeting; though I declare I am quite affected when I think of it.

Indeed I have thought of it any time these five-and-twenty years--ever since, as a boy at school, I commenced the noble study of novels--ever since the day when, lying on sunny slopes of half-holidays, the fair chivalrous figures and beautiful shapes of knights and ladies were visible to me--ever since I grew to love Rebecca, that sweetest creature of the poet's fancy, and longed to see her righted.
That she and Ivanhoe were married, follows of course; for Rowena's promise extorted from him was, that he would never wed a Jewess, and a better Christian than Rebecca now was never said her catechism.