her encouragement and favour," said he, somewhat bitterly. "Not so, Mr Waverley," she replied, with great sweetness. Why should I refuse my brother's valued friend a boon which I am distributing to his whole clan? Most willingly would I enlist every man of honour in the cause to which my brother has devoted himself. But he has taken his measures with his eyes open. His life has been devoted to this cause from his cradle; with him its call is sacred, were it even a summons to the tomb. But how can I wish you, Mr Waverley, so new to the world, so far from every friend who might advise and ought to influence you,— in a moment too of sudden pique and indignation, how can I wish you to plunge yourself at once into so desperate an enterprize?" Fergus, who did not understand these delicacies, strode through the apartment biting his lip, and then, with a constrained smile, said, "Well, sister, I leave you to act your new character of mediator between the Elector of Hanover and the subjects of your lawful sovereign and benefactor," and left the room. There was a painful pause, which was at length broken by Miss Mac-Ivor. "My brother is unjust," she said, " because he can bear no interruption that seems to thwart his loyal zeal.” "And do you not share his ardour ?" "Do I not?-God knows mine exceeds his, if that be possible. But I am not, like him, rapt by the bustle of military preparation, and the infinite detail neces sary to the present undertaking, beyond consideration of the grand principles of justice and truth, on which our enterprize is grounded; and these, I am certain, can only be furthered by measures in themselves true and just. To operate upon your present feelings, my dear Mr Waverley, to induce you to an irretrievable step, of which you have not considered either the justice or the danger, is, in my poor judgment, neither the one nor the other." "Incomparable Flora!" said Edward, taking her hand; "how much do I need such a monitor!" "A better one by far," said Flora, gently withdrawing her hand, "Mr Waverley will always find in his own bosom, when he will give its small still voice leisure to be heard." "No, Miss Mac-Ivor, I dare not hope it; a thousand circumstances of fatal selfindulgence have made me the creature rather of imagination than reason. Durst I but hope-could I but think-that you would deign to be to me that affectionate, that condescending friend, who would strengthen me to redeem my errors, my future life"------ "Hush, my dear sir! you now carry your joy at escaping the hands of a jacobite recruiting officer to an unparalleled excess of gratitude." longer; you cannot mistake the meaning of those feelings which I have almost involuntarily expressed; and, since I have broke the barrier of silence, let me profit by my audacity-Or may I, with your permission, mention to your brother" "Not for the world, Mr Waverley." "What am I to understand? Is there any fatal bar has any prepossession" - "None, sir. I owe it to myself to say, that I never yet saw the person on whom I thought, with reference to the present subject." "The shortness of our acquaintance perhaps-If Miss Mac-Ivor will deign to give me time". "I have not even that excuse. Captain Waverley's character is so open-is, in short, of that nature that it cannot be misconstrued, either in its strength or its weakness." "And for that weakness you despise me ?" "Forgive me, Mr Waverley-and remember it is but within this half hour that there existed between us a barrier of a nature to me insurmountable, since I never could think of an officer in the service of the Elector of Hanover in any other light than as a casual acquaintance. Permit me then to arrange my ideas upon so unexpected a topic, and in less than an hour I will be ready to give you such reasons for the resolution I shall express, as may be satisfactory at least, if not pleasing to you." So saying, Flora withdrew, leaving Waverley to meditate upon the manner in which she had received his addresses. Ere he could make up his mind whether his suit had been acceptable or no, Fergus re-entered the apartment. "What, a la mort, Waverley?" he cried. "Come down with me to the court, and you see a sight worth all the tirades of your romances. An hundred firelocks, my shall |