"
Grimsby, once more reinstated in the station he deserved--that of trust
and respect--no longer hung his head in abject despondency; but looking
erect as one born again from disgrace, he became the active, cheerful,
and faithful servant of Wallace.
During Wallace's conversation with the soldier, Helen was listening
with delight to the encomiums which Bruce passed upon his friend and
champion. As his eloquent tongue described the merits of Wallace, and
expressed an ardent gratitude for his having so gloriously supplied his
place to Scotland, Helen turned her eyes upon the prince. Before she
had scarcely remarked that he was more than young and handsome; but
now, while she contemplated the noble confidence which breathed in
every feature, she said to herself: "This man is worthy to be the
friend of Wallace! His soul is a mirror to reflect all the brightness
of Wallace's; ay, like as with the sun's rays, to kindle with heaven's
fire all on whom it turns."
Bruce remarked the unusual animation of her eyes as she looked at him.
"You feel all I say of Wallace," said he. And it was not a charge at
which she need blush.
It was addressed to that perception of exalted worth which regards
neither sex nor age.
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