The Waverley novels, by Sir Walter Scott, complete in 12 vol., printed from the latest English ed., embracing the author's last corrections, prefaces & notes.

THE HEART OF MID-LOTHIAN. 465
"Your word to him," said the Laird, somewhat pettishly; "but wha is
he, Jeanie?-wha is he?-I haena heard his name yet-Come now, Jeanie,
ye are but queering us -I am no trowing that there is sic a ane in the
warld —ye are but making fashion-What is he?-wha is he?"
"Just Reuben Butler, that's schulemaster at Libberton," said Jeanie.
"Reuben Butler! Reuben Butler!" echoed the Laird of Dumbiedikes,
pacing the apartment in high disdain,-" Reuben Butler, the dominie at
Libberton- and a dominie depute too! —Reuben, the son of. my cottar! -
Very weel, Jeanie lass, wilfu' woman will hae her way - Reuben Butler!
he hasna in his pouch the value o' the auld black coat he wears -But it
disna signify." And as he spoke, he shut successively and with vehemence,
the drawers of his treasury. " A fair offer, Jeanie, is nae cause of feud -
Ae man may bring a horse to the water, but twenty wunna gar him drink
— And as for wasting my substance on other folk's joes "
There was something in the last hint that nettled Jeanie's honest pride.
-" I was begging nane frae your honour," she said; "least of a' on sic a
score as ye pit it on. - Gude-mor'Aing to ye, sir; ye hae been kind to my
father, and it isna in my heart to think otherwise than kindly of you."
So saying, she left the room without listening to a faint " But, JeanieJeanie- stay, woman!" and traversing the court-yard with a quick step,
she set out on her forward journey, her bosom glowing with that natural
indignation and shame, which an honest mind feels at having subjected
itself to ask a favour, which had been unexpectedly refused. When out of
the Laird's ground, and once more upon the public road, her pace slackened,
her anger cooled, and anxious anticipations of the consequence of this unexpected disappointment began to influence her with other feelings. Must
she then actually beg her way to London? for such seemed the alternative;
or must she turn back, and solicit her father for money? and by doing so
lose time, which was precious, besides the risk of encountering his positive
prohibition respecting the journey? Yet she saw no medium between these
alternatives; and, while she walked slowly on, was still meditating whether
it were. not better to return.
While she was thus in an uncertainty, she heard the clatter of a horse's
hoofs, and a well-known voice calling her name. She looked round, and
saw advancing'towards her on a pony, whose bare back and halter assorted
ill with the nightgown, slippers, and laced cocked-hat of the rider, a cavalier of no less importance than Dumbiedikes himself. In the energy of his
pursuit, he had overcome even the Highland obstinacy of Rory Bean, and
compelled that self-willed palfrey to canter the way his rider chose; which
Rory, however, performed with all the symptoms of reluctance, turning his
head, and accompanying every bound he made in advance with a sidelong
motion, which indicated his extreme wish to turn round, — a manceuvre
which nothing but the constant exercise of the Laird's heels and cudgel
could possibly have counteracted.
When the Laird came up with Jeanie, the first words he uttered were,"Jeanie, they say ane shouldna aye take a woman at her first word?"
"Ay, but ye maun take me at mine, Laird," said Jeanie, looking on the
ground, and walking on without a pause.-" I hae but ae word to bestow
on ony body, and that's aye a true ane."
"Then," said Dumbiedikes, "at least ye suldna aye take a man at his
first word. Ye maunna gang this wilfu' gate sillerless, come o't what like."
-He put a purse into her hand. "I wad gie you Rory too, but he's as
wilfu' as yoursell, and he's ower weel used to a gate that maybe he and I
hae gaen ower aften, and he'll gang nae road else."
"But, Laird," said Jeanie, ".though I ken my father will satisfy every
penny of this siller, whatever there's o't, yet I wadna like to borrow it frae
ane that maybe thinks of something mair than the paying o't back again."
"There's just twenty-five guineas o't," said Dumbiedikes, with a gentle
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