No eye was upon them there as his arms went round her, and in the great joy of seeing him, of meeting him thus, the two occasions on which she had seen him with another, promenading slowly under the trees in Princes Street, were forgotten and committed to oblivion; though ere long they were to be roughly brought to her memory. 'Oh, Evan--such long looked-for--such unexpected joy!' she exclaimed, as hand in hand they gazed into each other's eyes. 'Joy indeed, my own one. I had begun to fear we might never meet again; and I shall not leave you now but with the assurance that we shall meet as often as we can till--till----' 'When, Evan?' 'The regiment marches--marches for the East, as it is sure to do before long. Eveline, you must be out in the garden, in the grounds often; can I not meet you there or here again?' She shook her head sadly, and looked at him lovingly and imploringly. 'The meetings in secret--without permission--would be wrong, Evan,' said she. 'Permission--who will give it? Whom--what have we to consult but our own hearts?' he continued, passionately. 'We may have but little time--less than we reckon on now--for the interchange of love and joy, my dear one; and meet me you shall--you _must_,' he added, as he folded her to his breast and covered her sweet passive face with kisses, while something of hostility and defiance at her whole family and at Sir Paget welled up in his heart. 'You will meet me again?' he urged. 'Yes,' she replied, in a scarcely audible whisper. It could be no sin, no crime--if an error--to meet one who loved her so well as Evan did, and whom she loved so dearly too. It could not harm her elderly adorer, from whose image just then she shrank with intense loathing; and, if it was a wrong against her parents, surely they were in error to coerce her, she thought. On the other hand, the temptation was great; the joy of meeting Evan would end sadly and bitterly when, as he said, the regiment departed, and after that they might never see each other more! 'Stolen waters are sweet, and bread eaten in secret is pleasant,' say the Scriptures; and not less sweet and pleasant were the interviews that might be stolen thus in a green and lonely lane. 'God help me and direct me!' thought the girl, as she nestled her face in Cameron's neck, and, yielding to the natural impulses of her own heart, promised to meet him again and again, when time and opportunity served; and they did so in the lane between the holly hedges, by the rural woodland road that deep between the hills, leads to Ravelston Quarry and haunted Craigcrook; and at times near the old church, where the buried Forresters lie under their altar tombs with shield on arm and sword at side; and as the days went on each meeting--as it seemed to take place without suspicion or discovery--served to cement their hearts together more and more.