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".This is the fashion of Utrecht also, I suppose, Mr Pleycell ?”

“Forgive me, madam," answered the counsellor ; "the French themselves, the patterns of all that is gallant, term their tavern-keepers restaurateurs, alluding, doubtless, to the relief they afford the disconsolate lover, when bowed down to the earth by his mistress's severity. My own case requires so much relief, that I must trouble you for that other wing, Mr. Sampson, without prejudice to my afterwards applying to Miss Bertram for a tart;—be pleased to tear the wing, sir, instead of cutting it off-Mr. Barnes will assist you, Mr. Sampson,-thank you, sir-and, Mr. Barnes, a glass of ale, if you please.”

While the old gentleman, pleased with Miss Mannering's liveliness and attention, rattled away for her amusement and his own, the impatience of Colonel Mannering began to exceed all bounds. He declined sitting down at table, under pretence that he never ate supper; and traversed the parlour, in which they were, with hasty and impatient steps, now throwing up the window to gaze upon the dark lawn, now listening for the remote sound of the carriage advancing up the avenue. At length, in a feeling of uncontrollable impatience, he left the room, took his hat and cloak, and pursued his walk up the avenue, as if his so doing would hasten the approach of those whom he desired to see. “I really wish,” said Miss Bertram, “ Colonel Mannering would not venture out after night-fall. You must have heard, Mr. Pleydell, what a cruel fright we had.”

“Oh, with the smugglers ?" replied the advocate—"they are old friends of mine. I was the means of bringing some of them to justice a long time since, when Sheriff of this county."

“And then the alarm we had immediately afterwards," added Miss Bertram, “from the vengeance of one of these


“When young Hazlewood was hurt-I heard of that too."

“Imagine, my dear Mr. Pleydell," continued Lucy, “how much Miss Mannering and I were alarmed, when a ruffian, equally dreadful for his great strength, and the sternness of his features, rushed out upon us !"

“You must know, Mr. Pleydell,” said Julia, unable to suppress her resentment at this undesigned aspersion of her admirer, " that young Hazlewood is so handsome in the eyes of the young ladies of this country, that they think every person shocking who comes near him.”

“Oho!” thought Pleydell, who was by profession an observer of tones and gestures, “there's something wrong here between my young friends.—“Well, Miss Mannering, I have not seen young Hazlewood since he was a boy, so the ladies may be perfectly right; but I can assure you, in spite of your scorn, that if you want to see handsome men you must go to Holland; the prettiest fellow I ever saw was a Dutchman, in spite of his being called Vanbost, or Vanbuster, or some such barbarous name. He will not be quite so handsome now, to be sure.”

It was now Julia's turn to look a little out of countenance at the chance hit of her learned acmirer, but that instant the Colonel entered the room. “I can hear nothing of them yet,” he said ; "still, however, we will not separate-Where is Dominie Sampson ?”.

“Here, honoured sir." “What is that book you hold in your hand, Mr. Sampson ?"

“It's even the learned De Lyra, sir—I would crave his honour Mr. Pleydell's judgment, always with his best leisure, to expound a disputed passage.”

“I am not in the vein, Mr. Sampson," answered Pleydell; "here's metal more attractive-I do not despair to engage these two young ladies in a glee or a catch, wherein I, even I myself, will adventure myself for the bass part-Hang De Lyra, man; keep him for a fitter season."

The disappointed Dominie shut his ponderous tome, much marvelling in his mind how a person, possessed of the lawyer's erudition, could give his mind to these frivolous toys. But the counsellor, indifferent to the high character for learning which he was trilling away, filled himself a large glass of Burgundy, and after preluding a little with a voice somewhat the worse for wear, gave the ladies a courageous invitation to join in “We be three poor Mariners," and accomplished his own part therein with great éclat.

" Are you not withering your roses with sitting up so late, my young ladies ?” said the Colonel.

“Not a bit, sir,” answered Julia ; "your friend, Mr. Pleydell, threatens to become a pupil of Mr. Sampson's, to-morrow, so we must make the most of our conquest to-night.”

This led to another musical trial of skill, and that to lively conversation. At length, when the solitary sound of one o'clock had long since resounded on the ebon ear of night, and the next signal of the advance of time was close approaching, Mannering, whose impatience had long subsided into dis

appointment and despair, looked at his watch, and said, “We must now give them up”-when at that instant-But what then befell will require a separate chapter.


The giphan, not withio's thy moth

Justice. This does indeed confirm each circumstance
The gipsy told!
No orphan, nor without a friend art thou
I am thy father, here's thy mother, there
Thy uncle- This thy first cousin, and these
Are all thy near relations!

The Critic. As Mannering replaced his watch, he heard a distant and hollow sound—“It is a carriage for certain-no, it is but the sound of the wind among the leafless trees. Do come to the window, Mr. Pleydell.” The counsellor, who, with his large silk handkerchief in his hand, was expatiating away to Julia upon some subject which he thought was interesting, obeyed, however, the summons, first wrapping the handkerchief round his neck by way of precaution against the cold air. The sound of wheels became now very perceptible, and Pleydell, as if he had reserved all his curiosity till that moment, ran out to the hall. The Colonel rung for Barnes to desire that the persons who came in the carriage might be shown into a separate room, being altogether uncertain whom it might contain. It stopped, however, at the door, before his purpose could be fully explained. A moment after, Mr. Pleydell called out, "Here's our Liddesdale friend, I protest, with a strapping young fellow of the same calibre." His voice arrested Dinmont, who recognised him with equal surprise and pleasure. “Odd, if it's your honour, we'll a' be as right and tight as thack and rape can make us."

But while the farmer stopped to make his bow, Bertram, dizzied with the sudden glare of light, and bewildered with the circumstances of his situation, almost unconsciously entered the open door of the parlour, and confronted the Colonel, who was just advancing towards it. The strong light of the apartment left no doubt of his identity, and he himself was as much confounded with the appearance of those to whom he so unexpectedly presented himself, as they were

1 When a farmer's crop is got safely into the barn-yard, it is said to be made fast with thack and rape-Anglice, straw and rope.

by the sight of so utterly unlooked-for an object. It must be remembered that each individual present had their own peculiar reasons for looking with terror upon what seemed at first sight a spectral apparition. Mannering saw before him the man whom he supposed he had killed in India; Julia beheld her lover in a most peculiar and hazardous situation; and Lucy Bertram at once knew the person who had fired upon young Hazlewood. Bertram, who interpreted the fixed and motionless astonishment of the Colonel into displeasure at his intrusion, hastened to say that it was involuntary, since he had been hurried hither without even knowing whither he was to be transported.

“Mr. Brown, I believe !” said Colonel Mannering.

“Yes, sir,” replied the young man modestly, but with firmness, “the same you knew in India ; and who ventures to hope, that what you did then know of him is not such as should prevent his requesting you would favour him with your attestation to his character, as a gentleman and man of honour.”

“Mr. Brown-I have been seldom-never--So much surprised certainly, sir, in whatever passed between us, you have a right to command my favourable testimony."

At this critical moment entered the counsellor and Dinmont. The former beheld, to his astonishment, the Colonel but just recovering from his first surprise, Lucy Bertram ready to faint with terror, and Miss Mannering in an agony of doubt and apprehension, which she in vain endeavoured to disguise or suppress. “What is the meaning of all this?” said he; “ has this young fellow brought the Gorgon's head in his hand ?-let me look at him.-By heaven!” he muttered to himself, “the very image of old Ellangowan !-Yes, the same manly form and handsome features, but with a world of more intelligence in the face-Yes !--the witch has kept her word.” Then instantly passing to Lucy, “Look at that man, Miss Bertram, my dear; have you never seen any one like him?”

Lucy had only ventured one glance at this object of terror, by which, however, from his remarkable height and appearance, she at once recognised the supposed assassin of young Hazlewood; a conviction which excluded, of course, the more favourable association of ideas which might have occurred on a closer view.-"Don't ask me about him, sir," said she, turning away her eyes; “send him away, for heaven's sake! we shall all be murdered!”

“Murdered! where's the poker ?” said the advocate in some alarm; “but nonsense! we are three men besides the servants, and there is honest Liddesdale worth half-a-dozen to boot-we have the major vis upon our side—however, here, my friend Dandie-Davie—what do they call you ?—keep between that fellow and us for the protection of the ladies.”

“Lord! Mr. Pleydell,” said the astonished farmer, “ that's Captain Brown ; d'ye no ken the Captain ?”

“Nay, if he's a friend of yours, we may be safe enough,” answered Pleydell; “but keep near him."

All this passed with such rapidity, that it was over before the Dominie had recovered himself from a fit of absence, shut the book which he had been studying in a corner, and advancing to obtain a sight of the strangers, exclaimed at once, upon beholding Bertram, “If the grave can give up the dead, that is my dear and honoured master!”

“We're right after all, by Heaven! I was sure I was right,” said the lawyer; "he is the very image of his father.

-Come, Colonel, what do you think of, that you do not bid your guest welcome? I think I believe-I trust we're right

-never saw such a likeness !-But patience—Dominie, say not a word.—Sit down, young gentleman."

“I beg pardon, sir; if I am, as I understand, in Colonel Mannering's house, I should wish first to know if my accidental appearance here gives offence, or if I am welcome ?"

Mannering instantly made an effort. “Welcome? most certainly, especially if you can point out how I can serve you. I believe I may have some wrongs to repair towards you-I have often suspected so; but your sudden and unexpected appearance, connected with painful recollections, prevented my saying at first, as I now say, that whatever has procured me the honour of this visit, it is an acceptable one."

Bertram bowed with an air of distant, yet civil acknowledgment, to the grave courtesy of Mannering.

“Julia, my love, you had better retire. Mr. Brown, you will excuse my daughter; there are circumstances which I perceive rush upon her recollection.”

Miss Mannering rose and retired accordingly; yet, as she passed Bertram, could not suppress the words, “Infatuated ! a second time!” but so pronounced as to be heard by him alone. Miss Bertram accompanied her friend, much surprised, but without venturing a second glance at the object of her terror. Some mistake she saw there was, and was un

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