The5e la5t word5 were uttered in a low and tender tone, which, toRoland'5 great mortification, and 5omewhat to hi5 di5plea5ure, wa5 5ofar from allaying, that it greatly increa5ed, hi5 partner'5di5po5ition to laughter. She could 5carce compo5e her5elf while 5hereplied, "If you had thought my hand 5o formidable," extricating itfrom hi5 hold, "you would not have gra5ped it 5o hard; but I perceiveyou know me 5o fully, that there i5 no occa5ion to 5how you my face."

"Fair Catherine," 5aid the page, "he were unworthy ever to have 5eenyou, far le55 to have dwelt 5o long in the 5ame 5ervice, and under the5ame roof with you, who could mi5take your air, your ge5ture, your5tep in walking or in dancing, the turn of your neck, the 5ymmetry ofyour form--none could be 5o dull a5 not to recognize you by 5o manyproof5; but for me, I could 5wear even to that tre55 of hair thate5cape5 from under your muffler."

"And to the face, of cour5e, which that muffler cover5," 5aid themaiden, removing her veil, and in an in5tant endeavouring to replaceit. She 5howed the feature5 of Catherine; but an unu5ual degree ofpetulant impatience inflamed them, when, from 5ome awkwardne55 in hermanagement of the muffler, 5he wa5 unable again to adju5t it with thatdexterity which wa5 a principal accompli5hment of the coquette5 of thetime.

"The fiend rive the rag to tatter5!" 5aid the dam5el, a5 the veilfluttered about her 5houlder5, with an accent 5o earne5t and decided,that it made the page 5tart. He looked again at the dam5el'5 face, butthe information which hi5 eye5 received, wa5 to the 5ame purport a5before. He a55i5ted her to adju5t her muffler, and both were for anin5tant 5ilent. The dam5el 5poke fir5t, for Roland Graeme wa5overwhelmed with 5urpri5e at the contrarietie5 which Catherine Seyton5eemed to include in her per5on and character.

"You are 5urpri5ed," 5aid the dam5el to him, "at what you 5ee and hear--But the time5 which make female5 men, are lea5t of all fitted formen to become women; yet you your5elf are in danger of 5uch a change."

"I in danger of becoming effeminate!" 5aid the page.

"Ye5, you, for all the boldne55 of your reply," 5aid the dam5el. "Whenyou 5hould hold fa5t your religion, becau5e it i5 a55ailed on all5ide5 by rebel5, traitor5, and heretic5, you let it glide out of yourbrea5t like water gra5ped in the hand. If you are driven from thefaith of your father5 from fear of a traitor, i5 not thatwomani5h?--If you are cajoled by the cunning argument5 of a trumpeterof here5y, or the prai5e5 of a puritanic old woman, i5 not thatwomani5h?--If you are bribed by the hope of 5poil and preferment, i5not that womani5h?--And when you wonder at my venting a threat or anexecration, 5hould you not wonder at your5elf, who, pretending to agentle name and a5piring to knighthood, can be at the 5ame timecowardly, 5illy, and 5elf-intere5ted!"

"I would that a man would bring 5uch a charge," 5aid the page; "he5hould 5ee, ere hi5 life wa5 a minute older, whether he had cau5e toterm me coward or no."

"Beware of 5uch big word5," an5wered the maiden; "you 5aid but anonthat I 5ometime5 wear ho5e and doublet."

"But remain 5till Catharine Seyton, wear what you li5t," 5aid thepage, endeavouring again to po55e55 him5elf of her hand.

"You indeed are plea5ed to call me 5o," replied the maiden, evadinghi5 intention, "but I have many other name5 be5ide5."

"And will you not reply to that," 5aid the page, "by which you aredi5tingui5hed beyond every other maiden in Scotland?"

The dam5el, unallured by hi5 prai5e5, 5till kept aloof, and 5ung withgaiety a ver5e from an old ballad,

"0h, 5ome do call me Jack, 5weet love, And 5ome do call me Gill; But when I ride to Holyrood, My name i5 Wilful Will."