CHAPTER III. An Eclaircissement. THE hint which the Chieftain had thrown. out respecting Flora was not unpremedi-, tated. He had observed with great satisfaction the growing attachment of Waverley to his sister, nor did he see any bar to their union, excepting the situation. which Waverley's father held in the ministry, and Edward's own commission in the army of George II. These obstacles were now removed, and in a manner which apparently paved the way for the son's at least becoming reconciled to another allegiance. In every other respect the match would be most eligible. The safety, hap piness, and honcurable provision of his sister, whom he dearly loved, appeared to be insured by the proposed union. And his heart swelled when he considered how his own interest would be exalted in the eyes of the ex-monarch, to whom he had dedicated his services, by an alliance with one of those ancient, powerful, and wealthy English families of the ancient cavalier faith, to awaken whose decayed attachment to the Stuart family was now a matter of such vital importance to their cause. Nor could Fergus perceive any obstacle to such a scheme. Waverley's attachment was evident; and as his person was handsome, and his taste apparently coincided with her own, he anticipated no opposition on the part of Flora. Indeed, between his ideas of patriarchal power, and those which he had acquired in France, respecting the disposal of females in marriage, any opposition from his sister, dear as she was to him, would have been the last obstacle on which he would have calculated, even had the union been less eligible. Influenced by these feelings, the Chief now led Waverley in quest of Miss MacIvor, not without the hope that the present agitation of his guest's spirits might give him courage to cut short what Fergus termed the romance of the courtship. They found Flora, with her faithful attendants, Una and Cathleen, busied in preparing what appeared to Waverley to be white bridal favours. Disguising as well as he could the agitation of his mind, Waverley asked for what joyful occasion Miss Mac-Ivor made such ample preparation. "It is for Fergus's bridal," said she, smiling. “Indeed!—he has kept his secret well. I hope he will allow me to be his bride'sman." "That is a man's office, but not yours, as Beatrice says. دو "And who is the fair lady?" 1 Did I not tell you long since that Fergus wooed no bride but Honour?" "And am I then incapable of being his assistant and counsellor in the pursuit of Honour, Miss Mac-Ivor?" said our hero, colouring deeply. "Do I rank so low in your opinion ?" "Far from it, Captain Waverley. I would to God you were of our determination! and made use of the expression which displeased you, solely Because you are not of our quality, "That time is passed, sister; and you may wish Edward Waverley (no longer captain) joy of being freed from the slavery to an usurper, implied in this sable and ill-omened emblem." "Yes," said Waverley, undoing the cockade from his hat, "it has pleased the king who bestowed this badge upon me, to resume it in a manner which leaves me little reason to regret his service." "Thank God for that!" cried the enthusiast; "and O that they may be blind enough to treat every man of honour who serves them, with the same indignity, that I may have less to sigh for when the struggle approaches!" "And now, sister, replace his cockade with one of a more lively colour. I think it was the fashion of the ladies of yore to arm and send forth their knights to high atchievement." "Not till the knight-adventurer had well weighed the justice and the danger of the cause, Fergus. Mr Waverley is just now too much agitated by feelings of recent emotion for me to press him upon a resolution of consequence." Waverley felt half-alarmed at the thought of adopting the badge of what was esteemed rebellion by the majority of the kingdom, yet he could not disguise his chagrin at the coldness with which Flora parried her brother's hint. "Miss Mac-Ivor, I. perceive, thinks the knight unworthy of |