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known in India, Mr. Hazlewood, conceiving my appearance none of the most respectable, commanded me rather haughtily to stand back, and so gave occasion to the fray in which I had the misfortune to be the accidental means of wounding him.--And now, sir, that I have answered all your questions

"No, no, not quite all,” said Pleydell, winking sagaciously; " there are some interrogatories which I shall delay till tomorrow, for it is time, I believe, to close the sederunt for this night, or rather morning."

“Well, then, sir," said the young man, “to vary the phrase, since I have answered all the questions which you have chosen to ask to-night, will you be so good as to tell me who you are that take such interest in my affairs, and whom you take me to be, since my arrival has occasioned such commotion?”

“Why, sir, for myself,” replied the counsellor, “I am Paulus Pleydell, an advocate at the Scottish bar; and for you, it is not easy to say distinctly who you are at present; but I trust in a short time to hail you by the title of Henry Bertram, Esq., representative of one of the oldest families in Scotland, and heir of tailzie and provision to the estate of Ellangowan-Ay," continued he, shutting his eyes and speaking to himself, “we must pass over his father, and serve him heir to his grandfather Lewis, the entailer—the only wise man of his family that I ever heard of.”

They had now risen to retire to their apartments for the night, when Colonel Mannering walked up to Bertram, as he stood astonished at the counsellor's words. “I give you joy," he said, “ of the prospects which fate has opened before you. I was an early friend of your father, and chanced to be in the house of Ellangowan as unexpectedly as you are now in mine, upon the very night in which you were born. I little knew this circumstance when-but I trust unkindness will be forgotten between us. Believe me, your appearance here, as Mr. Brown, alive and well, has relieved me from most painful sensations; and your right to the name of an old friend renders your presence, as Mr. Bertram, doubly welcome.”

“And my parents ?” said Bertram.

"Are both no more--and the family property has been sold, but I trust may be recovered. Whatever is wanted to make your right effectual, I shall be most happy to supply."

“Nay, you may leave all that to me," said the counsellor ; “; 'tis my vocation, Hal, I shall make money of it."

“I'm sure it's no for the like o' me," observed Dinmont, “to speak to you gentlefolks; but if siller would help on the Captain's plea, and they say nae plea gangs on weel without

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“ Except on Saturday night," said Pleydell.

“Ay, but when your honour wadna take your fee ye wadna hae the cause neither, sae I'll ne'er fash you on a Saturday at e'en again-but I was saying, there's some siller in the spleuchan 2 that's like the Captain's ain, for we've aye counted it such, baith Ailie and me."

“No, no, Liddesdale—no occasion, no occasion whateverkeep thy cash to stock thy farm.”

“To stock my farm? Mr. Pleydell, your honour kens mony things, but ye dinna ken the farm o’ Charlies-hope—it's sae weel stockit already, that we sell maybe sax hundred pounds off it ilka year, filesh and fell thegither—na, na."

“Can't you take another then?"

“I dinna ken-the Deuke's no that fond o’led farms, and he canna bide to put away the auld tenantry; and then I wadna like, mysell, to gang about whistling ? and raising the rent on my neighbours."

“What, not upon thy neighbour at Dawston-Devilstonehow d’ye call the place ?"

“What, on Jock o' Dawston? hout na-he's a camsteary 3 chield, and fasheous 4 about marches, and we've had some bits o' splores thegither; but deil o' me if I wad wrang Jock o' Dawston neither."

“ Thou'rt an honest fellow," said the lawyer; "get thee to bed. Thou wilt sleep sounder, I warrant thee, than many a man that throws off an embroidered coat, and puts on a laced night-cap.-Colonel, I see you are busy with our Enfant trouvé. But Barnes must give me a summons of wakening at seven to-morrow morning, for my servant's a sleepy-headed fellow; and I dare say my clerk, Driver, has had Clarence's fate, and is drowned by this time in a butt of your ale ; for Mrs. Allan promised to make him comfortable, and she'll soon discover what he expects from that engagement. Good-nignt, Colonel-good-night, Dominie Sampson-good-night, Dinmont the downright-good-night, last of all, to the new-found representative of the Bertrams, and the Mac-Dingawaies, the Knarths, the Arths, the Godfreys, the Dennises, and the Rolands, and, last and dearest title, heir of tailzie and provision of the lands and barony of Ellangowan, under the settlement of Lewis Bertram, Esq., whose representative you are.”

1 A spleuchan is a tobacco pouch, occasionally used as a purse. 2 Whistling, among the tenantry of a large estate, is, when an individual gives such information to the proprietor, or his managers, as to occasion the rent of his neighbour's farms being raised, which, for obvious reasons, is held a very unpopular practice. 3 Obstinate and unruly.

4 Troublesome.

And so saying, the old gentleman took his candle and left the room; and the company dispersed, after the Dominie had once more hugged and embraced his "little Harry Bertram,” as he continued to call the young soldier of six feet high.

CHAPTER LI

My imagination
Carries no favour in it but Bertram's;
I am undone; there is no living, none,
If Bertram be away. —

. All's Well that Ends Well.

At the hour which he had appointed the preceding evening, the indefatigable lawyer was seated by a good fire, and a pair of wax candles, with a velvet cap on his head, and a quilted silk night-gown on his person, busy arranging his memoranda of proofs and indications concerning the murder of Frank Kennedy. An express had also been despatched to Mr. Mac-Morlan, requesting his attendance at Woodbourne as soon as possible, on business of importance. Dinmont, fatigued with the events of the evening before, and finding the accommodations of Woodbourne much preferable to those of Mac-Guffog, was in no hurry to rise. The impatience of Bertram might have put him earlier in motion, but Colonel Mannering had intimated an intention to visit him in his apartment in the morning, and he did not choose to leave it. Before this interview he had dressed himself, Barnes having, by his master's orders, supplied him with every accommodation of linen, &c., and now anxiously waited the promised visit of his landlord.

In a short time a gentle tap announced the Colonel, with whom Bertram held a long and satisfactory conversation. Each, however, concealed from the other one circumstance. Mannering could not bring himself to acknowledge the astrological prediction; and Bertram was, from motives which may be easily conceived, silent respecting his love for Julia. In other respects, their intercourse was frank and grateful to both, and had latterly, upon the Colonel's part, even an approach to cordiality. Bertram carefully measured his own conduct by that of his host, and seemed rather to receive his offered kindness with gratitude and pleasure, than to press for it with solicitation.

Miss Bertram was in the breakfast parlour when Sampson shuffled in, his face all radiant with smiles ; a circumstance so uncommon, that Lucy's first idea was, that somebody had been bantering him with an imposition, which had thrown him into this ecstasy. Having sate for some time, rolling his eyes and gaping with his mouth like the great wooden head at Merlin's exhibition, he at length began—"And what do you think of him, Miss Lucy ?

“Think of whom, Mr. Sampson ?” asked the young lady.

“Of Har-no-of him that you know about ?" again demanded the Dominie.

“That I know about ?" replied Lucy, totally at a loss to comprehend his meaning.

“Yes, the stranger, you know, that came last evening in the post vehicle—he who shot young Hazlewood-ha, ha, ho !” burst forth the Dominie, with a laugh that sounded like neighing.

“ Indeed, Mr. Sampson," said his pupil, "you have chosen a strange subject for mirth-I think nothing about the man, only I hope the outrage was accidental, and that we need not fear a repetition of it."

“Accidental ! ho, ho, ha !” again whinnied Sampson.

“Really, Mr. Sampson,” said Lucy, somewhat piqued, "you are unusually gay this morning."

“Yes, of a surety I am! ha, ha, ho! face-ti-ous—ho, ho, ha !”

“So unusually facetious, my dear sir,” pursued the young lady, " that I would wish rather to know the meaning of your mirth, than to be amused with its effects only."

“You shall know it, Miss Lucy,” replied poor Abel —"Do you remember your brother ? "

“Good God! how can you ask me ?- no one knows better than you, he was lost the very day I was born.”

“Very true, very true," answered the Dominie, saddening at the recollection; "I was strangely oblivious—ay, ay—too true—But you remember your worthy father ?”.

“How should you doubt it, Mr. Sampson ? it is not so many weeks since

“True, true — ay, too true," replied the Dominie, his Houyhnhnm laugh sinking into a hysterical giggle, "I will be facetious no more under these remembrances—but look at that young man ! "

Bertram at this instant entered the room. “Yes, look at him well-he is your father's living image ; and as God has deprived you of your dear parents-o my children, love one another !”

"It is indeed my father's face and form,” said Lucy, turning very pale ; Bertram ran to support her—the Dominie to fetch water to throw upon her face—(which in his haste he took from the boiling tea-urn) when fortunately her colour returning rapidly, saved her from the application of this illjudged remedy. “I conjure you to tell me, Mr. Sampson," she said, in an interrupted, yet solemn voice, “is this my brother ?"

“ It is—it is !-Miss Lucy, it is little Harry Bertram, as sure as God's sun is in that Heaven!”

“And this is my sister?" said Bertram, giving way to all that family affection, which had so long slumbered in his bosom for want of an object to expand itself upon.

“It-it is !-it is Miss Lucy Bertram," ejaculated Sampson, “whom by my poor aid you will find perfect in the tongues of France, and Italy, and even of Spain-in reading and writing her vernacular tongue, and in arithmetic and book-keeping by double and single entry-I say nothing of her talents of shaping, and hemming, and governing a household, which, to give every one their due, she acquired not from me, but from the housekeeper--nor do I take merit for her performance upon stringed instruments, whereunto the instructions of an honourable young lady of virtue and modesty, and very facetious withal---Miss Julia Mannering-hath not meanly contributed—Suum cuique tribuito."

“ You, then," said Bertram to his sister, “ are all that remains to me!-Last night, but more fully this morning, Colonel Mannering gave me an account of our family misfortunes, though without saying I should find my sister here.”

“ That,” said Lucy, - he left to this gentleman to tell you, one of the kindest and most faithful of friends, who soothed my father's long sickness, witnessed his dying moments, and

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