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advocate Mr. Pleydell, who is also a man of great erudition, but who descendeth to trifles unbeseeming thereof; and there is Mr. Andrew Dinmont, whom I do not understand to have possession of much erudition, but who, like the patriarchs of old, is cunning in that which belongeth to flocks and herds Lastly, there is even I myself, whose opportunities of collecting erudition, as they have been greater than those of the aforesaid valuable persons, have not, if it becomes me to speak, been pretermitted by me, in so far as my poor faculties have enabled me to profit by them. Of a surety, little Harry, we must speedily resume our studies. I will begin from the foundation Yes, I will reform your education upward from the true knowledge of English grammar, even to that of the Hebrew or Chaldaic tongue.”

The reader may observe, that, upon this occasion, Sampson was infinitely more profuse of words than he had hitherto exhibited himself. The reason was, that in recovering his pupil his mind went instantly back to their original connection, and he had, in his confusion of ideas, the strongest desire in the world to resume spelling lessons and half-text with young Bertram. This was the more ridiculous, as towards Lucy he assumed no such powers of tuition. But she had grown up under his eye, and had been gradually emancipated from his government by increase in years and knowledge, and a latent sense of his own inferior tact in manners, whereas his first ideas went to take up Harry pretty nearly where he had left him. From the same feelings of reviving authority, he indulged himself in what was to him a profusion of language; and as people seldom speak more than usual without exposing themselves, he gave those whom he addressed plainly to understand, that while he deferred implicitly to the opinions and commands, if they chose to impose them, of almost every one whom he met with, it was under an internal conviction, that in the article of eru-di-ti-on, as he usually pronounced the word, he was infinitely superior to them all put together. At present, however, this intimation fell upon heedless ears, for the brother and sister were too deeply engaged in asking and receiving intelligence concerning their former fortunes to attend much to the worthy Dominie.

When Colonel Mannering left Bertram, he went to Julia's dressing-room, and dismissed her attendant. “My dear Sir,” she said, as he entered, “you have forgot our vigils last night, and have hardly allowed me time to comb my hair, although you must be sensible how it stood on end at the various wonders which took place.”

“It is with the inside of your head that I have some business at present, Julia; I will return the outside to the care of your Mrs. Mincing in a few minutes.”

“Lord, papa,” replied Miss Mannering, “think how entangled all my ideas are, and you to propose to comb them out in a few minutes! If Mincing were to do so in her department, she would tear half the hair out of my head.”

“Well then, tell me," said the Colonel, “where the entanglement lies, which I will try to extricate with due gentleness?”

“O, everywhere,” said the young lady— “the whole is a wild dream.

“Well, then, I will try to unriddle it.” He gave a brief sketch of the fate and prospects of Bertram, to which Julia listened with an interest which she in vain endeavoured to disguise — “Well,” concluded her father, “are your ideas on the subject more luminous?”

“More confused than ever, my dear Sir,” said Julia. “Here is this young man come from India, after he had been supposed dead, like Aboulfouaris the great voyager to his sister Canzade and his provident brother Hour. I am wrong in the story, I believe

Canzade was his wife but Lucy may represent the one, and the Dominie the other. And then this lively crack - brained Scotch lawyer appears like a pantomime at the end of a tragedy

And then how delightful it will be if Lucy gets back her fortune!”

“Now I think," said the Colonel, “that the most mysterious part of the business is, that Miss Julia Mannering, who must have known her father's anxiety about the fate of this young man Brown, or Bertram as we must now call him, should have met him when Hazlewood's accident took place, and never once men

tioned to her father a word of the matter, but suffered the search to proceed against this young gentleman as a suspicious character and assassin."

Julia, much of whose courage had been hastily assumed to meet the interview with her father, was now unable to rally herself; she hung down her head in silence, after in vain attempting to utter a denial that she recollected Brown when she met him.

“No answer! - Well, Julia,” continued her father, gravely but kindly, "allow me to ask you, Is this the only time you have seen Brown since his return from India ? Still no answer. I must then naturally suppose that it is not the first time - Still no reply. Julia Mannering, will you have the kindness to answer me? Was it this young man who came under your window and conversed with you during your residence at Mervyn-Hall? Julia I command

· I entreat you to be candid.” Miss Mannering raised her head. “I have been, Sir - I believe I am still very foolish - and it is perhaps more hard upon me that I must meet this gentleman, who has been, though not the cause entirely, yet the accomplice of my folly, in your presence."

Here she made a full stop. “I am to understand, then,” said Mannering, “that this was the author of the serenade at Mervyn-Hall?”

There was something in this allusive change of epithet, that gave Julia a little more courage He was indeed, Sir; and if I am very wrong, as I have often thought, I have some apology.'

“And what is that?" answered the Colonel, speaking quick, and with something of harshness.

I will not venture to name it, Sir - but” - She opened a small cabinet, and put some letters into his hands; “I will give you these, that you may see how this intimacy began, and by whom it was encouraged.”

Mannering took the packet to the window - his pride forbade a more distant retreat-he glanced at some passages of the letters with an unsteady eye and an agitated mind — his stoicism, however, came in time to his aid,- that philosophy, which, rooted in pride, yet frequently bears the fruits of virtue. He returned

towards his daughter with as firm an air as his feelings permitted bim to assume.

“There is great apology for you, Julia, as far as I can judge from a glance at these letters - you have obeyed at least one parent. Let us adopt a Scottish proverb the Dominie quoted the other day

'Let bygones be bygones, and fair play for the future.' I will never upbraid you with yo past want of confidence

do you judge of my future intentions by my actions, of which hitherto you have surely had no reason to complain. Keep these letters - they were never intended for my eye, and I would not willingly read more of them than I have done, at your desire and for your exculpation. And now, are we friends? Or rather, do you understand me?”

“O my dear, generous father,” said Julia, throwing herself into his arms, “why have I ever for an instant misunderstood

you?

“No more of that, Julia,” said the Colonel; “we have both been to blame. He that is too proud to vindicate the affection and confidence which he conceives should be given without solicitation, must meet much, and perhaps deserved disappointment. It is enough that one dearest and most regretted member of my family has gone to the grave without knowing me; let me not lose the confidence of a child, who ought to love me if she really loves herself.”

“O no danger - no fear!” answered Julia; “let me but have your approbation and my own, and there is no rule you can prescribe so severe that I will not follow.”

“Well, my love,” kissing her forehead, “I trust we shall not call upon you for any thing too heroic. With respect to this young gentleman's addresses, I expect in the first place that all clandestine correspondence — which no young woman can entertain for a moment without lessening herself in her own eyes, and in those of her lover

I request, I say, that clandestine correspondence of every kind may be given up, and that you will refer Mr. Bertram to me for the reason. You will naturally wish to know what is to be the issue of such a reference. In the first place, I desire to observe this young gentleman's character more

closely than circumstances, and perhaps my own prejudices, have permitted formerly – I should also be glad to see his birth established. Not that I am anxious about his getting the estate of Ellangowan, though such a subject is held in absolute indifference nowhere except in a novel; but certainly Henry Bertram, heir of Ellangowan, whether possessed of the property of his ancestors or not, is a very different person from Vanbeest Brown, the son of nobody at all. His fathers, Mr. Pleydell tells me, are distinguished in history as following the banners of their native princes, while our own fought at Cressy and Poictiers. In short, I neither give nor withhold my approbation, but I expect you will redeem past errors; and as you can now unfortunately only have recourse to one parent, that you will show the duty of a child, by reposing that confidence in me, which I will say my inclination to make you happy renders a filial debt upon your part.”

The first part of this speech affected Julia a good deal; the comparative merit of the ancestors of the Bertrams and Mannerings excited a secret smile, but the clusion was such as to soften a heart peculiarly open to the feelings of generosity. “No, my dear Sir,” she said, extending her hand, “receive that from this moment you shall be the first person consulted respecting what shall pass in future between Brown I mean Bertram and me; and that no engagement shall be undertaken by me, excepting what you shall immediately know and approve of. May I ask - if Mr. Bertram is to continue a guest at Woodbourne?”

“Certainly,” said the Colonel, “while his affairs render it advisable.”

“Then, Sir, you must be sensible, considering what is already past, that he will expect some reason for my withdrawingI believe I must say the encouragement, which he may think I have given.”

“I expect, Julia,” answered Mannering, “that he will respect my roof, and entertain some sense perhaps of the services I am desirous to render him, and so will not insist upon any course of conduct of which I might have reason to complain; and I expect of you, that you will make him sensible of what is due to both."

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