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bot was to address him, with directions to wait there until the post should bring a letter for Mr. Stanley, and then to forward it to Little Veolan with all speed. In a moment, the Bailie was in search of his apprentice (or servitor, as he was called Sixty Years since), Jock Scriever, and in not much greater space of time, Jock was on the back of the wbite pony.
“ Tak care ye guide him weel, sir, for he's aye been short in the wind since--a hem-Lord be gude to me! (in a low voice,) I was gaun to come out wi’---since I rode whip and spur to fetch the Chevalier to redd Mr. Wayverley and Vich Ian Vohr; and an uncanny coup I gat for my pains.-Lord forgie your honour! I mighi have broken my neck--but troth it was in a venture, mae ways nor ane ; but this maks amends for a'. Lady Wauverley !-ten thousand ayear!-Lord be gude unto me!”
But you forget, Mr. Macwheeble, we want the Baron's consent -the lady's"
“Never fear, I'se be caution for them - I'se gie you my personal warrandice--ten thousand a-year! it dings Balmawhapple out and out--a year's rent's worth a' Balmawhapple, fee and life-rent ! Lord make us thankful !"
To turn the current of his feelings, Edward inquired if he had heard any thing lately of the Chieftain of Glennaquoich?
“ Not one word," answered Macwheeble,“ but that he was still in Carlisle Castle, and was soon to be panelled for his life. I dinna wish the young gentleman ill," he said, “but I hope that they that hae got him will keep him, and no let him back to this Hieland border to plague us wi' black-mail, and a' manner o' violent, wrongous, and masterfu' oppression and spoliation, both by himself and others of his causing, sending, and hounding out; and he couldna tak care o' the siller when he had gotten il neither, but flang it a' into yon idle quean's lap at Edinburgh-hut light come light gane. For my part, I never wish to see a kilt in the country again, nor a red coat, nor a gun, for that matter, unless it were to shoot a paitrick :- they're a? tarr'd wi' ae stick. And when they have done ye wrang, even when ye hae gotten decreet of spuilzie, oppression, and violent profils against them, what betler are ye?-they hae na a plack to pay ye; ye need never extract it.
With such discourse, and the intervening topics of business, the time passed until dinner, Macwheeble meanwhile promising to devise some mode of introducing Edward at the Duchran, where Rose at present resided, without risk of danger or suspicion; which seemed no very easy task, since the laird was a very zealous friend to government. The poultry-yard had been laid under requisition, and cockyleeky and Scotch collops soon reeked in the Bailie's little parlour. The landlord's cork-screw was just introduced into the muzzle of a pint-bottle of claret (cribbed possibly from the cellars
of Tully-Veolan), when the sight of the grey pony, passing the window at full trot, induced the Bailie, but with due precaution, to place it aside for the moment. Enter Jock Scriever with a packet for Mr. Stanley; it is Colonel Talbot's seal; and Edward's fingers tremble as he undoes it. Two official papers, folded, signed, and sealed in all formality, drop out. They were hastily picked up by the Bailie, who had a natural respect for every thing resembling a deed, and, glancing slily on their titles, his eyes, or rather spectacles, are greeled with “ Protection by his Royal Highness to the person of Cosmo Comyne Bradwardine, Esq. of that ilk, commonly called Baron of Bradwardine, forfeited for his accession to the lale rebellion.” The other proves to be a protection of the same tenor in favour of Edward Waverley, Esq. Colonel Talbot's letter was in these words :
“MY DEAR EDWARD,
“I am just arrived here, and yet I have finished my business ; it has cost me some trouble though, as you shall hear. I waited upon his Royal Highness immediately on my arrival, and found him in no very good humour for my purpose. Three or four Scotch gentlemen were just leaving his levee. After he had expressed himself to me very courteously; ' Would you think it,' he said, “Talbot, here have been half a dozen of the most respectable gentlemen, and best friends to government north of the Forth, Major Melville of Cairnvreckan, Rubrick of Duchran, and others, who have fairly wrung from me, by their downright imporlunity, a present protection, and the promise of a fulure pardon, for that stubborn old rebel whom they call Baron of Bradwardine. They allege that his high personal character, and the clemency which he showed to such of our people as fell into the rebels' hands, should weigh in his favour; especially as the loss of his estate is likely to be a severe enough punishment. Rubrick has undertaken to keep him at his own house till things are seltled in the country; but it's a little hard to be forced in a manner to pardon such a mortal enemy to the House of Brunswick.' This was no favourable moment for opening my business; however, I said I was. rejoiced to learn that his Royal Highness was in the course of granting such requests, as it emboldened me to present one of the like nature in my own name. He was very angry, but I persisted; I mentioned the uniform support of our three votes in the house, touched modestly on services abroad, though valuable only in his Royal Highness's having been pleased kindly to accept them, and founded prelly strongly on his own expressions of friendship and good-will. He was embarrassed, but obstinale. I hinted the policy of detaching, on all fulure occasions, the heir of such a fortune as your uncle's from the machinations of lhe disaffected.
But I made no impression. I mentioned the obligations which I lay under to Sir Everard, and to you personally, and claimed, as the sole reward of my services, that he would be pleased to afford me the means of evincing my gratitude. I perceived that he still meditaled a refusal, and, taking my commission from my pockel, I said (as a lost resource), that as his Royal Highness did not, under these pressing circumstances, think me worthy of a favour which he had not scrupled to grant to other gentlemen, whose services I could hardly judge more important than my own, I must beg leave to deposit, with all humilily, my commission in his Royal Highness's hands, and to retire from the service. He was not prepared for this; he told me to take up my commission; said some handsome things of my services, and granted my request. You are therefore once more a free man, and I have promised for you that you will be a good boy in future, and remember what you owe to the lenily of government. Thus you see my prince can be as generous as yours. I do not pretend, indeed, that he confers a favour with all the foreign graces and compliments of your Chevalier errant; but he has a plain English manner, and the evident reluctance with which he grants your request, indicates the sacrifice which he makes of his own inclination to your wishes. My friend, the adjutant-general, has procured me a duplicate of the Baron's protection (the original being in Major Melville's possession), which I send to you, as I know that if you can find him you will have pleasure in being the first to communicate the joyful intelligence. He will of course repair to the Duchran without loss of time, there to ride quarantine for a few weeks. As for you, I give you leave to escort him thither, and to stay a week there, as I understand a certain fair lady is in that quarter. And I have the pleasure to tell you, that whatever progress you can make in her good graces will be highly agreeable to Sir Everard and Mrs. Rachel, 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 courts.
Ever, dear Waverley, yours most truly,
Happy's the wooing
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 Bailie justly observed, that if the Baron were to appear instantly in public, the tenantry and villagers might become riolous in expressing their joy, and give offence to “ the powers that be,” a sort of persons for whom the Bailie always had unlimited respect. He therefore proposed that Mr. Waverley should go to Janet Gellatley'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 Bailie.
“ 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 o' my bounden duty. But it will be past sunset afore 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 Gellatley. The Laird he'll no believe thae things, but he was aye ower rash and venturesome and feared neither man nor deevil-and sae's seen o't. But, right sure am I, Sir George Mackenzie says, that no divine can doubt there are witches, since the Bible says thou shalt not suffer them to live ; and thal no lawyer in Scotland can doubt it, since it is punishable with 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-bookbut he may tak his ain way o't; it's a’ane to Duncan Macwheeble. However, I shall send to ask up auld Janet this e'en ; it's best no to lighlly 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 supper."
When it was near sunset, Waverley hastened to the hut; and he could not but allow that superstition had chosen no improper loca
lity, 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
A little cottage built of sticks and reeds,
In which a witch did dwell in loathly weeds,
So choosing solitary to abide
And hellish arts, from people she might hide,
He entered the cottage with these verses in his memory. Poor old Janet, bent double with age, and bleared with peat-smoke, was toltering about the hut with a birch broom, muttering to herself as she endeavoured 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 enler again upon possession of his estate. “It behoved to be," she said, “he wad get it back again ; naebody wad be sae gripple as to tak his gear after they had gi'en him a pardon : and for that Inch-Grabbit, I could whiles wish mysell a witch for his sak, if I werena feared the Enemy wad tak me at my word.” Waverley then gave her some money, and promised that her fidelity should he rewarded. “ How can I be rewarded, sir, sae weel, as just to see my auld maister and Miss Rose come back and bruik their ain?”
Waverley now took leave of Janet, and soon stood beneath the Baron's Palmos. At a low whistle, he observed the veteran peeping out to reconnuitre, like an old badger with his head out of his hole. “Ye hae come rather early, my good lad," said he, descending; “ I question is the red-coals hae beat the taltoo yet, and we're not safe till then.”
“Good news cannot be lold 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 lo win the means of supporling 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