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rate undertaking of 1745. The ladies also of Scotland very generally espoused the cause of the gallant and handsome young Prince, who threw himself upon the mercy of his countrymen, rather like a hero of romance than a calculating politician. It is not therefore to be wondered that Ed. ward, who had spent the greater part of his life in the solemn seclusion of Waverley-Honour, should have been dazzled at the liveliness and elegance of the scene now exhibited in the long-deserted halls of the Scottish palace. The accompanie, ments, indeed, fell far short of splendour, being but such as the confusion and hurry of the time admitted. Still, however, the general effect was striking, and, the rank of the company considered, might well be called brilliant.
It was not long before the lover's eye discovered the object of his attachment. Flora Mac-Ivor was in the act of returning to her seat, near the top of the room, with Rose Bradwardinę by her side. Ainong
much elegance and beauty, they had attracted a general degree of the public attention, being certainly two of the handsomest women present. The Prince took much notice of both, particularly of Flora, with whom he danced, a preference which she probably owed to her foreign education, and command of the French and Italian languages,
When the bustle attending the conclu. sion of the dance permitted, Edward, almost intuitively, followed Fergus to the place where Miss Mac-lvor was seated. The sensation of hope, with which he had nursed his affection in absence of the beloved object, seemed to vanish in her presence, and, like one striving to recover the particulars of a forgotten dream, he would have given the world at that moment to have recollected the grounds on which he had founded expectations which now seemed so delusive, He accompanied Fergus with downcast eyes, tingling ears, and the sensation of a criminal, who, while, he moves slowly through the crowds who have assembled to behold his execution, receives no clear sensation either from the noise which fills his ears, or the tumult on which he casts his wandering look. . · Flora seemed a little-a very little affected and discomposed at his approach. “ I bring you an adopted son of Ivor," said Fergus. .." And I receive him as a second brother," replied Flora.
There was a slight emphasis on the word which would have escaped every ear but one that was feverish with apprehension. It was however distinctly marked, and, combined with her whole tone and manner, plainly intimated, “I will never think of Mr Waverley as a more intimate connection.” Edward stopped, bowed, and look. ed at Fergus, who bit his lip, a movement of anger which proved that he also put a sinister interpretation on the reception which his sister had extended his friend. “ This then is an end of my day-dream!”
Such was Waverley's first thought, and it was so exquisitely painful as to banish from his cheek every drop of blood. j .“ Good God !” said Rose Bradwardine, « he is not yet recovered !" .' . vond
These words, which she uttered with great emotion, were overheard by the Chevalier himself, who stepped hastily forward, and, taking Waverley by the hand, enquired kindly after his health, and added, that he wished to speak with him. By a strong and sudden effort, which the cir cumstances rendered indispensable, Waverley recovered himself so far as to follow the Chevalier in silence to a sort of recess in the apartment. Finil vi.
Here the Prince detained him for some time, asking various questions about the great tory and catholic families of England, their connections, their influence, and the state of their affections towards the house of Brunswick. To these queries Edward could not at any time have given more than general answers, and it may be
supposed that, in the present state of his feelings, bis responses were indistinct even to confusion. The Chevalier smiled once or twice at the incongruity of his replies, but continued the same style of conversation, although he found himself obliged to occupy the principal share of it, until he perceived that Waverley had recovered his presence of mind. It is probable that this long audience was partly meant to further the idea which the Princé desired should be entertained among his follow. ers, that Waverley was a charaeter of political influence. But it appeared from bis concluding expressions that he bad a different and good-natured motive, personal to our hero, for prolonging the conference. "I cannot resist the temptation," he said, “of boasting of my own discretion as a lady's confidanti You see, Mr Waverley, that I know all, and I assure you I am deeply interested in the affair But, my good young friend, you must put a more severe restraint upon your feelings. There