to see her without being deeply interested by the ingenuity, liveliness, and sweetness of her disposition."
"Take care, my lord," said Anderson, smiling; "there is danger in such violent commendations. Allan M'Aulay, as your lordship describes him, would prove no very safe rival."
"Pooh! pooh!" said Lord Menteith, laughing, yet blushing at the same time; "Allan is not accessible to the passion of love; and for myself," said he more gravely, "Annot's unknown birth is a sufficient reason against serious designs, and her unprotected state precludes every other."
"It is spoken like yourself, my lord," said Anderson.—"But I trust you will proceed with your interesting story."
"It is well nigh finished," said Lord Menteith; "I have only to add, that, from the great strength and courage of Allan M'Aulay, from his energetic and uncontroulable disposition, and from an opinion
