But maybe it will be through you that sorrow will come to her after all . '' `` Not through any fault of mine , Aunt Janet . '' `` No , no , I 'm not saying it will be your fault . But my heart misgives me at times . Oh , I dare say I am only a foolish old woman , Master . Go your ways and bring your lass here to look at your plaything when you like . I 'll not make or meddle with it . '' Janet betook herself to the kitchen and Eric went to look for Kilmeny . She was not in the orchard and it was not until he had searched for some time that he found her . She was standing under a beech tree in a field beyond the orchard , leaning on the longer fence , with her hands clasped against her cheek . In them she held a white Mary-lily from the orchard . She did not run to meet him while he was crossing the pasture , as she would once have done . She waited motionless until he was close to her . Eric began , half laughingly , half tenderly , to quote some lines from her namesake ballad : '' ` Kilmeny , Kilmeny , where have you been ? Long hae we sought baith holt and den , -- By linn , by ford , and greenwood tree ! Yet you are halesome and fair to see . Where got you that joup o ' the lily sheen ? That bonny snood o ' the birk sae green , And those roses , the fairest that ever was seen ? Kilmeny , Kilmeny , where have you been ? ' `` Only it 's a lily and not a rose you are carrying .
I might go XXXXX and quote the next couplet too -- '' ` Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace , But there was nae smile on Kilmeny 's face . '
By In after at beyond for from on that while