she said, "this is Mr Mannering, an old friend, come to enquire after you." "He's very heartily welcome,"―said the old man, raising himself in his chair, and attempting a gesture of courtesy, while a gleam of hospitable satisfaction seemed to pass over his faded features; "but, Lucy, my dear, let us go down to the house, you should not keep the gentleman here in the cold;-Dominie, take the key of the winecooler. Mra-a-the gentleman will take something after his ride." Mannering was unspeakably affected by the contrast which his recollection made between this reception and that with which he had been greeted by the same individual when they last met. He could not restrain his tears, and his evident emotion at once attained him the confidence of the friendless young lady. "Alas!" said she, "this is distressing even to a stranger;-but it may be better for my poor father to be in this way, than if he knew and could feel all." t A servant in livery now came up the path, and spoke in an under tone to the young gentleman-" Mr Charles, my lady's wanting you yonder sadly, to bid for her for the black ebony cabinet; and Lady Jean Devorgoil is wi' her an a'-ye maun come away directly." "Tell them you could not find me, Tom, or, stay-say I am looking at the horses." "No, no, no,-"said Lucy Bertram earnestly; "if you would not add to the misery of this miserable moment, go to the company directly.-This gentleman, I am sure, will see us to the carriage." Unquestionably, madam," said Mannering, "your young friend may rely on my attention." "Farewell, then," said Mr Charles, and whispered a word in her ear-then ran down the steep hastily, as if not trusting his resolution at a slower pace. "Where's Charles Hazlewood running," said the invalid, who apparently was ac customed to his presence and attentions; "where's Charles Hazlewood runningwhat takes him away now ?" "He'll return in a little while," said Lucy gently. The sound of voices was now heard from the ruins. The reader may remember there was a communication between the castle and the beach, up which the speakers had ascended. "Yes-there's plenty of shells and seaware, as you observe-and if one inclined to build a new house, which might indeed be necessary, there's a great deal of good hewn-stone about this old dungeon for the devil here". "Good God!" said Miss Bertram hastily to Sampson, 'tis that wretch Glossin's voice-if my father sees him, it will kill him outright!". 1 Sampson wheeled perpendicularly round, and moved with long strides to confront the attorney, as he issued from beneath the portal arch of the ruin."Avoid ye!" he said " Avoid ye! would'st thou kill and take possession?" "Come, come, Master Dominie Sampson," answered Glossin insolently, "if ye cannot preach in the pulpit, we'll have no preaching here. We go by the law, my good friend-we leave the gospel to you." The very mention of this man's name had been of late a subject of the most violent irritation to the unfortunate patient. The sound of his voice, now produced an instantaneous effect. Mr Bertram started up without assistance, and turned round towards him; the ghastliness of his features forming a strange contrast with the violence of his exclamation.-"Out of my sight, ye viper!ye frozen viper, that I warmed till ye stung me!-Art thou not afraid that the walls of my father's dwelling should fall and crush thee limb and bone?-Are ye not afraid the very lintels of the door of Ellangowan castle should break open and swallow you up !-Were ye not friendless, 1 -houseless,-pennyless,-when I took ye by the hand-and are ye not expelling mé Had Glossin been alone, he would proba- The indignation of Mannering was mounting very high. "Sir," he said to Glossin," without entering into the merits of this controversy, I must inform you, that you have chosen a very improper place, time, and presence, for it. And you will oblige me by withdrawing without more words." 1 |