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Indeed, Fergus's brain was a perpetual workshop of scheme and intrigue, of every possible kind and description; while, like many a mechanic of more ingenuity than steadiness, he would often unexpectedly, and without any apparent motive, abandon one plan, and go earnestly to work upon another, which was either fresh from the forge of his imagination, or had at some former period been flung aside half finished. It was therefore often difficult to guess what line of conduct he might finally adopt upon any given

occasion.

Although Flora was sincerely attached to her brother, whose high energies might indeed have commanded her admiration, even without the ties which bound them together, she was by no means blind to his faults, which she considered as dangerous to the hopes of any woman, who should found her ideas of a happy marriage in the peaceful enjoyment of domestic society, and the exchange of mutual and engrossing affection. The real disposition of Waverley, on the other hand, notwithstanding his dreams of tented fields and military honour, seemed exclusively domestic. He asked and received no share in the busy scenes which were constantly passing around him, and was rather annoyed than interested by the discussion of contending claims,

rights, and interests, which often passed in his presence. All this pointed him out as the person formed to make happy a spirit like that of Rose, which corresponded with his own.

She remarked this point in Waverley's character one day while she sat with Miss Bradwardine. " His genius and elegant taste,» answered Rose, « cannot be interested in such trifling discussions. What is it to him, for example, whether the chief of the Mac, who has brought out only fifty men, should be a colonel or a captain? and how could Mr Waverley be supposed to interest himself in the violent altercation between your brother and young Corrinaschian, whether the post of honour is due to the eldest cadet of a clan or the youngest?"

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My dear Rose, if he were the hero you suppose him, he would interest himself in these matters, not indeed as important in themselves, but for the purpose of mediating between the ardent spirits who actually do make them the subject of discord. You saw when Corrinaschian raised his voice in great passion, and laid his hand upon his sword, Waverley lifted his head as if he had just awaked from a dream, and asked, with great composure, what the matter was.»

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Well, and did not the laughter they fell into at his absence of mind serve better to

break off the dispute, than any thing he could have said to them?»

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« True, but not quite so creditably for Waverley, as if he had brought them to their senses by force of reason.»

« Would you have him peace-maker general between all the gun-powder Highlanders in the army? I beg your pardon, Flora, your brother, you know, is out of the question; he has more sense than half of them. But can you think the fierce, hot, furious spirits, of whose brawls we see much and hear more, and who terrify me out of my life every day in the world, are at all to be compared to Waverley?"

« I do not compare him with those uneducated men, my dear Rose. I only lament that, with his talents and genius, he does not assume that place in society for which they eminently fit him, and that he does not lend their full impulse to the noble cause in which he has enlisted. Are there not Lochiel, and P, and M--, and G-, all men of the highest education, as well as the first talents, -why will he not stoop like them to be alive and useful?-I often believe his zeal is frozen by that proud cold-blooded Englishman, whom he now lives with so much. »

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<< Colonel Talbot-he is a very disagreeable. person, to be sure. He looks as if he thought

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no Scottish woman worth the trouble of handing her a cup of tea. But Waverley is so gentle, so well-informed»—

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Yes, he can admire the moon, and quote a stanza from Tasso.>>

<< Besides, you know how he fought. >>

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<< For mere fighting,» answered Flora, «I believe all men (that is, who deserve the name) are pretty much alike: there is generally more courage required to run away. They have besides, when confronted with each other, a certain instinct for strife, as we see in other male animals, such as dogs, bulls, and so forth. But high and perilous enterprise is not Waverley's forte. He would never have been his celebrated ancestor Sir Nigel, but only Sir Nigel's eulogist and poet. I will tell you where he will be at home, my dear, and in his place,—in the quiet circle of domestic happiness, lettered indolence, and elegant enjoyments of Waverley-Honour.

And he will refit the old library in the most exquisite Gothic taste, and garnish its shelves with the rarest and most valuable volumes;-and he will draw plans and landscapes, and write verses, and rear temples, and dig grottoes;and he will stand in a clear summer night in the colonnade before the hall, and gaze on the deer as they stray in the moonlight, or lie shadowed by the boughs of the huge old fantastic oaks; —and he will repeat verses to his

beautiful wife, who shall hang upon his arm; ---and he will be a happy man.»>

« And she will be a happy woman," thought poor Rose. But she only sighed, and dropped the conversation.

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