"A pensiveness?"
"That must be very flattering to you."
"Jesting again," said Gray, with annoyance.
"Under favour, not in the least."
"Then you really saw her, MacLellan?"
"How could I have judged of her beauty or pensiveness else?"
"Often?"
"Once only, my friend."
"At Thrave?"
"No, faith!" replied Sir Thomas, laughing and shrugging his shoulders; "I have a wholesome dread of that ugly gallows knob above the castle gate. But I did see her, however, and so closely, that her cramasie skirts rustled against my leather gambadoes, as she passed me."