"I am solemnly pledged to Dundee."
"Cruel Claverhouse! has he more charms for you than I have?"
"You know that my heart is full of you, Lilian; but there is also room for ambition in it. I cannot live ignobly and obscure; as such I would be unworthy to possess you. I would feel myself a nameless intruder under the rooftree of your crested ancestors, whose armorial blazons on every panel and window-pane, would shame my meaner birth, and put me to the blush."
"Ungrateful! after all I have urged and said. 'Tis a dream, Walter, a mere dream, but one that will make the world dark—oh! very dark to me."
"'Tis very true; I am choosing the path of proscription, danger, and death; but the fortune of war may better the prospects of my faction."
"After years of separation, perhaps."
"With happiness in prospect, they would soon pass, dear Lilian."
"Oh, this wicked Claverhouse! he hath quite cast a glamour over you. How can you talk so calmly of years of separation? What may not be lost in that time?"
"My life on the field, or scaffold, perhaps."
"Your life is mine, Walter; it was pledged to me. Have you forgot the 20th of September, and the hour by the fountain?"