ALICE. And then how sweet the bushy glens between them, Where waterfalls shoot from the rocks and streams, Course on their wimpled way with brawling din! MALCOLM. Where low-roof'd cots, with curling smoke are seen, Each with its little stack of winter fuel, CLAUDE. Pray thee have done, good Malcolm; thou wilt fill This girl's fancy with romantic visions, Which may, perhaps, make the rich, fertile fields MARIAN (to CLAUDE). One thing, you would observe, he has omitted "pastoral" MALCOLM. Well, freely I confess our mountain matrons CLAUDE. I dare not contradict thee, and be deemed Enters a Servant, and delivers a packet to CLAUDE. ALICE. Is it from Glasgow ? Is there within the cover aught for me? CLAUDE. There is a letter with thy name upon it. (MALCOLM withdraws some paces from her.) ALICE. Which, ne'ertheless, thou keepest to thyself, CLAUDE (giving the letter). No, not unknown. ALICE. It is from Emma Graham (to MARIAN), and with your leave, I'll read it by this window. (Turns round, and starts upon finding MALCOLM close to her.) Why do you start? MARIAN. ALICE. I knew not he was near me. MALCOLM (in confusion). I crave your pardon: 't was unwittingly; I scarcely know myself why I returned. [ALICE opens the letter, whilst CLAUDE and MALCOLM stand gazing anxiously on her as she reads it to herself.] MALCOLM (to ALICE, who seems to have come to the conclusion). Your friends are well, I hope; all's well in Glasgow ? ALICE. She says a deadly fever rages there, And nought is seen along their dismal streets But death-bells tolling, and the hammer's sound MALCOLM (agitated). And she herself amidst this wreck of life! ALICE. She is, ere this, removed from the contagion; For these concluding lines inform me plainly, That she and all her family were prepared To leave the town upon the following day MALCOLM (eagerly). I thank thee, Alice. CLAUDE (peevishly). Wherefore dost thou thank her? MALCOLM (haughtily). Whate'er thou hast a right to ask of me Shall have its answer. MARIAN (to CLAUDE). When Highland pride is touch'd, some lack of courtesy Must be excused. You have not from this window Admired the falling of our mountain stream. (Leads him to the bottom of the hall, and detains him there in apparent conversation.) MALCOLM (in a softened voice). So, gentle Alice, thouʼrt in friendship knit With Emma Graham! and meet companions are ye! (Looking closer to the letter, which she still holds open in her hand.) Forgive me; Lowland ladies far surpass, ALICE (putting it up hastily; then hesitating, No; why should I withhold it from thine eye; (Gives it to him.) Peruse it then, (aside, as she turns from him) while I peruse myself. MALCOLM (returning the letter, after having read Thou art in tears, sweet Alice; has thy mind ALICE. No, God forbid! I have a feeble body, MALCOLM. No, say not so: thy mind and body both Enter DUNARDEN, followed by Servants, carrying dishes of meat, &c. DUNARDEN. Come, honour'd guests, the first dish of our meal, 11 ་་ |