rongly pronounced
features, red-haired like all the younger branch, and who had inherited
that paternal hatred that for a century the Douglases cherished against
the Stuarts, and which was shown by so many plots, rebellions, and
assassinations. According as fortune had favoured or deserted Murray,
William Douglas had seen the rays of the fraternal star draw near or away
from him; he had then felt that he was living in another's life, and was
devoted, body and soul, to him who was his cause of greatness or of
abasement. Mary's fall, which must necessarily raise Murray, was thus a
source of joy for him, and the Confederate lords could not have chosen
better than in confiding the safe-keeping of their prisoner to the
instinctive spite of Lady Douglas and to the intelligent hatred of her
son.

As to Little Douglas, he was, as we have said, a child of twelve, for
some months an orphan, whom the Lochlevens had taken charge of, and whom
they made buy the bread they gave him by all sorts of harshness. The
result was that the child, proud and spiteful as a Douglas, and knowing,
although his fortune was inferior, that his birth was equal to his proud
relatives, had little by little changed his early gratitude into lasting
and profound hatred: for one used to say that among the Douglases there
was an age for loving, but that there was none for hating. It results
that, feeling his weakness and isolation, the child was self-contained
with strength beyond his years, and, humble and submissive in appearance,
only awaited the moment when, a grown-up young man, he could leave
Lochleven, and perhaps avenge himself for the proud protection of those
who dwelt there. But the feelings that we have just expressed did not
extend to all the members of the family: as much as from the bottom of
his heart the little Douglas detested William and his mother, so much he
loved George, the second of Lady Lochleven's sons, of whom we have not
yet spoken, because, being away from the castle when the queen arrived,
we have not yet found an opportunity to present him to our readers.

George, who at this time might have been about twenty-five or twenty-six
years old, was the second son of Lord Lochleven; but by a singular
chance, that his mother's adventurous youth had caused Sir William to
interpret amiss, this second son had none of the characteristic features
of the Douglases' full cheeks, high colour, large ears, and red hair.
The result was that p