separated. Waverley reached the castle
amidst a medley of conflicting passions.
He avoided any private interview with
Fergus, as he did not find himself able
either to encounter his raillery, or reply to
fis solicitations. The wild revelry of the
feast, for Mac Ivor kept open table for
Kist
clan, served in some degree to stan
reflection. When their festivity was end-
ed, he began to consider how he should
again meet Miss Mac-Ivor after the pain-
ful and interesting explanation of the
morning. But Flora did not appear. Fer-
gus, whose eyes flashed when he was told
by Cathleen that her mistress designed to
keep her apartment that evening, went
himself in quest of her; but apparently
his remonstrances were in vain, for he re-
turned with a heightened complexion, and
manifest symptoms of displeasure. The
rest of the evening passed on without any
allusion, on the part either of Fergus or
Waverley, to the subject which engrossed

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the reflections of the latter, and perhaps of both.

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When retired to his own apartment, Edward endeavoured to sum the business

of the day. That the repulse he had received from Flora would be persisted in for the present, there was no doubt. But could he hope for ultimate success in case circumstances permitted the renewal of his suit? Would the enthusiastic loyalty, which at this animating moment left no room for a softer passion, survive, at least in its engrossing force, the success or the failure of the present political machinations? And if so, could he hope that the interest which she had acknowledged him to possess in her favour, might be improved into a warmer attachment? He taxed his memory to recall every word she had used, with the appropriate looks and gestures which had enforced them, and end ed by finding himself in the same state of uncertainty. It was very late before sleep

brought relief to the tumult of his mind, after the most painful and agitating day which he had ever passed.

In the morning, when Waverley's troubled reflections had for some time given way to repose, there came music to his dreams, but not the voice of Selma. He imagined himself transported back to Tully-Veolan, and that he heard Davie Gellatly singing in the court those matins which used generally to be the first sounds that disturbed his repose while a guest of the Baron of Bradwardine. The notes which suggested this vision continued and waxed louder, until Edward awaked in earnest. The illusion, however, did not seem entirely dispelled. The apartment was in the fortress of Ian nan Chaistel, but it was still the voice of Davie Gellatly

that made the following lines resound under the window :

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.

Curious to know what could have determined Mr Gellatly on an excursion of such unwonted extent, Edward began to dress himself in all haste, during which operation the minstrelsy of Davie chan ged its tune more than once, aan geosi

There's nought in the Highlands but syboes and leeks, And lang-leggit callans gaun wanting the breeks;A Wanting the breeks, and without hose and shoon, y But we'll a win the breeks when King Jamie comes hame. and ads to

"By the time Waverley was dressed and had issued forth, David had associated himself with two or three of the numerous Highland loungers who always graced the gates of the castle with their presence, and was capering and dancing full merrily