most positive orders to be transmitted to Donald Bean Lean, to transmit Waverley safe, and uninjured, in person or effects, to the governor of Doune Castle. The freebooter durst not disobey, for the army of the prince was now so near him, that punishment might have followed; besides he was a politician as well as a robber, and was unwilling to cancel the interest created through former secret services, by being refractory on this occasion. He, therefore, made virtue of necessity, and transmitted orders to his lieutenant to convey Edward to Doune, which was safely accomplished in the mode mentioned in a former chapter. The governor of Doune was directed to send him to Edinburgh as a prisoner, because the prince was apprehensive that Waverley, if set at liberty, might have resumed his purpose of going into England, without affording him an opportunity of a personal interview. In this, indeed, he acted by advice of the chieftain of Glennaquoich, with whom, it may be remembered, the chevalier communicated upon the mode of disposing of Edward, though without telling him how he came to learn the place of his confinement.

This, indeed, Charles Edward considered as a lady's secret; for although Rose's letter was couched in the most cautious and general terms, and professed to be written merely from motives of humanity, and zeal for the prince's service, yet she expressed so anxious a wish that she should not be known to have interfered, that the chevalier was induced to suspect the deep interest which she took in Waverley's safety. This conjecture, which was well founded, led, however, to false inferences. For the emotion which Edward displayed on approaching Flora and Rose, at the ball of Holy-rood, was placed by the chevalier to the account of the latter; and he concluded, that the baron's views about the settlement of his property, or some such obstacle, thwarted their mutual inclinations. Common fame, it is true, frequently gave Waverley to

Miss Mac-Ivor; but the prince knew that common fame is very prodigal in such gifts; and, watching attentively the behaviour of the ladies towards Waverley, he had no doubt that the young Englishman had no interest with Flora, and was beloved by Rose Bradwardine. Desirous to bind Waverley to his service, and wishing also to do a kind and friendly action, the prince next assailed the baron on the subject of settling his estate upon his daughter. Mr. Bradwardine acquiesced; but the consequence was, that Fergus was immediately induced to prefer his double suit for a wife and an earldom, which the prince rejected, in the manner we have seen. The chevalier, constantly engaged in his own multiplied affairs, had not hitherto sought any explanation with Waverley, though often meaning to do so. But after Fergus's declaration, he saw the necessity of appearing neutral between the rivals, devoutly hoping, that the matter which now seemed fraught with the seeds of strife, might be permitted to lie over till the termination of the expedition. When on the march to Derby, Fergus being questioned concerning his quarrel with Waverley, alleged as the cause, that Edward was desirous of retracting the suit he had made to his sister, the chevalier plainly told him that he had himself observed Miss MacIvor's behaviour to Waverley, and that he was con- vinced Fergus was under the influence of a mistake in judging of Waverley's conduct, who, he had every reason to believe, was engaged to Miss Bradwardine. The quarrel which ensued between Edward and the chieftain, is, I hope, still in the remembrance of the reader. These circumstances will serve to explain such points of our narrative, as, according to the custom of story-tellers, we deemed it fit to leave unexplained, for the purpose of exciting the reader's curiosity.

When Janet had once furnished the leading facts of this narrative, Waverley was easily enabled to

apply the clew' which they afforded to other mazes of the labyrinth, in which he had been engaged. To Rose Bradwardine, then he owed the life which he now thought he could willingly have laid down to serve her. A little reflection convinced him, however, that to live for her sake was more convenient and agreeable, and that being possessed of independence, she might share it with him either in foreign countries or in his own. The pleasure of being allied to a man of the baron's high worth, and who was so much valued by his uncle Sir Everard, was also an agreeable consideration, had any thing been wanting to reecommend the match. His absurdities, which had appeared grotesquely ludicrous during his prosperity, seemed, in the sunset of his fortune, to be harmonized and assimilated with the nobler features of his character, so as to add peculiarity without exciting ridicule. His mind occupied with such projects of future happiness, Edward sought Little Veolan, the habitation of Mr. Duncan Macwheeble.

CHAPTER XXVII.

Now is Cupid a child of conscience-he makes
restitution.-SHAKSPEARE.

MR. DUNCAN MACWHEEBLE, no longer commissary or baillie, though still enjoying the empty name of the latter dignity, had escaped proscription by an early secession from the insurgent party, and by his insig

nificance.

Edward found him in his office immersed among papers and accounts. Before him was a large bicker of oatmeal-porridge, and at the side thereof a horn-spoon and a bottle of two-penny. Eagerly running his eye over a voluminous law-paper, he from time to time shovelled an immense spoonful of these nutritive viands into his capacious mouth. A pot-bellied Dutch bottle of brandy, which stood by, intimated either that this honest limb of the law had taken his morning already, or that he meant to season his porridge with such digestive, or perhaps both circumstances might reasonably be inferred. His nightcap and morning gown had whilome been of tartan, but, equally cautious and frugal, the honest baillie had got them dyed black, lest their original ill-omened colour might remind his visiters of the unlucky excursion to Derby. To sum up his picture, his face was daubed with snuff up to the eyes, and his fingers with ink up to the knuckles. He looked dubiously at Waverley, as he approached the little green rail which fenced his desk and stool from the approach of the vulgar. Nothing could give the baillie more annoyance than the idea of acquaintance being claimed by any of the unfortunate gentlemen, who were now so much more likely to need assistance than

to afford profit. But this was the rich young Englishman-who knew what might be his situation?--he was the baron's friend too-what was to be done?

While these reflections gave an air of absurd perplexity to the poor man's visage, Waverley, reflecting on the communication he was about to make to him, of a nature so ridiculously contrasted with the appearance of the individual, could not help bursting out a laughing, as he checked the propensity to exclaim, with Syphax

"Cato's a proper person to entrust
A love tale with."

As Mr. Macwheeble had no idea of any person laughing heartily, who was either encircled by peril, or oppressed by poverty, the hilarity of Edward's countenance greatly relieved the embarrassment of his own, and, giving him a tolerably hearty welcome to Little Veolan, he asked what he would choose for breakfast. His visiter had, in the first place, something for his private ear, and begged leave to bolt the door. Duncan by no means liked this precaution, which savoured of danger to be apprehended; but he could not now draw back.

Convinced that he might trust this man, as he could make it his interest to be faithful, Edward communicated his present situation and future schemes to Macwheeble. The wily agent listened with apprehension when he found Waverley was still in a state of proscription was somewhat comforted by learning that he had a passport-rubbed his hands with glee when he mentioned the amount of his present fortune-opened huge eyes when he heard the brilliancy of his future expectations-but when he expressed his intention to share them with Miss Rose Bradwardine, ecstacy had almost deprived the honest man of his senses. The baillie started from his three-footed stool like the Pythoness from her tripod; flung his best wig out of