Mrs. Rachael, who will never believe your views and prospects settled, and the three ermines passant in actual safety, until you present them with a Mrs Edward Waverley. Now, certain love-affairs of my own a good many years since-interrupted some measures which were then proposed in favour of the three ermines passant; so I am bound in honour to make them amends. Therefore, make good use of your time, for when your week is expired, it will be necessary that you go to London to plead your pardon in the law court. Ever, dear Edward, yours most truly, "PHILIP TALBOT." CHAPTER XXVIII. Happy's the wooing That's not long a-doing. WHEN the first rapturous sensation, occasioned by these excellent tidings,had somewhat subsided, Edward proposed instantly to go down to the glen to acquaint the baron with their import. But the cautious baillie justly observed, that if the baron were to appear instantly in public, the tenantry and villagers might become riotous in expressing their joy, and give offence to the " powers that be;" a sort of persons for whom the baillie always had unlimited respect. He therefore proposed that Mr. Waverley should go to Janet Gellatly's, and bring the baron up under cloud of night to Little Veolan, where he might once more enjoy the luxury of a good bed. In the meanwhile, he said he himself would go to Captain Foster, and show him the baron's protection, and obtain his countenance for harbouring him that night, and he would have horses ready on the morrow to set him on his way to the Duchran along with Mr. Stanley, "whilk denomination, I apprehend, your honour will for the present retain," said the baillie. "Certainly, Mr. Macwheeble; but will you not go down to the glen yourself in the evening to meet your patron." "That I wad wi' a' my heart; and mickle obliged to your honour for putting me in mind of my bounden duty. But it will be past sun-set after I get back frae the captain's, and at these unsonsy hours the glen has a bad name; there's something no that canny about auld Janet Gellatly. The laird he'll no believe thae things, but he was aye ower rash and venturesome; and feared neither man nor devil; and sae's seen o't. But right sure I am Sir George Mackenyie says that no divine can doubt there are witches since the bible says thou shalt not suffer them to live; and that no lawyer in Scotland can doubt it, since it's punishable by death by our law. So there's baith law and gospel for it. An his honour winna believe the Leviticus, he might aye believe the statute book; but he may tak his ain way o't; it's a' ane to Duncan Macwheeble. However, I shall send to ask up old Janet this ev'n; it's best no to lightly them that have that character; and we'll want Davie to turn the spit, for I'll gar Eppie put down a fat goose to the fire for your honours to your sup per. When it was near sun-set, Waverley hastened to the hut, and he could not but allow that superstition had chosen no improper locality, or unfit object, for the foundation of her fantastic terrors. It resembled exactly the description of Spenser: "There, in a gloomy hollow glen, she found Far from all neighbours, that her devilish deeds, He entered the cottage with these verses in his memory. Poor old Janet, bent double with age, and bleared with peat-smoke, was tottering about the hut with a birch broom, muttering to herself as she endea voured to make her hearth and floor a little clean for the reception of her expected guests. Waverley's step made her start, look up, and fall a trembling, so much had her nerves been on the rack for her patron's safety. With difficulty Waverley made her comprehend that the baron was now safe from personal danger; and when her mind had admitted that joyful news, it was equally hard to make her believe that he was not to enter again upon possession of his estate. "It behoved to be," she said, "he wad get it back again; nae body wad be sae gripple as to take his geer after they had given him a pardon and for that Inch-Grabbit, I could whiles wish mysell a witch for his sake, if I were nae feared the enemy would tak me at my word." Waverley then gave her some money, and promised that her fidelity, should be rewarded. "How can I be rewarded, sir, sae weel, as just to see my auld master and Miss Rose come back and bruick their ain ?" Waverley now took leave of Janet, and soon stood beneath the baron's Patmos. At a low whistle, he observed the veteran peeping out to reconnoitre, like an old badger with his head out of his hole. "Ye hae come rather early, my good lad," said he, descending; "I question if the redcoats hae beat the tattoo yet, and we're not safe till then." "Good news cannot be told too soon," said Waverley; and with infinite joy communicated to him the happy tidings. The old man stood for a moment in silent devotion, then exclaimed, "Praise be to God! I shall see my bairn again." "And never, I hope, to part with her more," said Waverley. "I trust in God, not, unless it be to win the means of supporting her; for my things are but in a bruckle state: but what signifies warld's gear. "And if," said Waverley, modestly, "there were a situation in life which would put Miss Bradwardine beyond the uncertainty of fortune, and in the rank to which she was born, would you object to it, my dear baron, because it would make one of your friends the happiest man in the world?" The baron turned, and looked at him, with great earnestness. "Yes," continued Edward, "I shall not consider my sentence of banishment as repealed, unless you will give me permission to accompany you to the Duchran, = and". The baron seemed collecting all his dignity to make E a suitable reply to what, at another time, he would have treated as the propounding of a treaty of alliance between the houses of Bradwardine and Waverley. = But his efforts were in vain: the father was too mighty for the baron; the pride of birth and rank were swept away;in the joyful surprise, a slight convulsion E passed rapidly over his features as he gave way to the feelings of nature, threw his arms round Waverley's neck, and sobbed out-" My son, my son! if I had been to search the world, I would have made my I choice here." Edward returned the embrace with great sympathy of feeling, and for a little while they both kept silence. At length it was broken by EdEward. "But, Miss Bradwardine." "She had never a will but her old father's; besides, you are a likely youth, of honest principles, and high birth; no, she never had any other will than mine, and in my proudest days I could not have wished a mair eligible espousal for her than the nephew of my excellent old friend, Sir Everard. But I hope, young man, ye deal na rashly in this matter; I hope ye hae secured the approbation of your ain friends and allies, particularly of your uncle, who is in loco parentis. Ah! we maun take heed o' that." Edward assured him that Sir Everard would think himself highly honoured in the flattering reception his proposal had met with, and that it had his entire approbation; in evi dence of which, he put Colonel Talbot's letter into the baron's hand. The baron read it with great attention. "Sir Everard," he said, "always despised wealth in comparison of honour and birth; and indeed he hath no |