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Let me beg you will return to your own country; and, having publicly freed yourself from every tie to the usurping government, I trust you will see cause, and find opportunity, to serve your injured sovereign with effect, and stand forth as your loyal ancestors, at the head of your natural followers and adherents, a worthy representative of the house of Waverlęy."
“ And should I be so happy as thus to distinguish myself, might I not hope"
“Forgive my interruption. The present time only is ours, and I can but ex plain to you with candour the feelings which I now entertain; how they might be altered by a train of events too favourable perhaps to be hoped for, it were in vain even to conjecture : Only be assured, Mr Waverley, that, after my brother's honour and happiness, there is none which I shall more sincerely pray for than for yours.” · With these words she parted from
chim, for they were now arrived where
two paths separated. Waverley reached -the castle amidst a medley of conflicting
passions. He avoided any private inter-view with-Fergus, as he did not find him. self able either to encounter his raillery, or reply to his solicitations. The wild revelry of the feast, for Mac-Ivor kept open table for his clan, served in some degree ,to stun reflection. When their festivity
was ended, he began to consider how he • should again meet Miss Mac-Ivor after the
painful and interesting explanation of the morning. But Flora did not appear. Fergus, 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 returned 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
the reflections of the latter, and perhaps of both. . 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 ended 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.
A Letter from.Tully-Veolan,
In the morning, when Waverley's troue. bled 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 Tul ly-Veolan, and that he heard David Gela latly 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