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.

540 WAVERLEY NOVELS.
"That is true, too," said Jeanie; " but I am so confused in my mind -
But does your honour think there is a certainty of Effie's pardon then?'
continued she, still holding in her hand the unopened pocket-book.
"Why, kings are little cattle to shoe behind, as we say in the north,"
replied the Duke; "but his wife knows his trim, and I have not the least
doubt that the matter is quite certain."
"0 God be praised! God be praised!" ejaculated Jeanie; " and may the
gude leddy never want the heart's ease she has gien me at this moment! -
And God bless you too, my Lord!-without your help I wad ne'er hae won
near her."
The Duke lt' her dwell upon this subject for a considerable time, curious,
perhaps, to see how long the feelings of gratitude would continue to supersede those of curiosity. But so feeble was the latter feiling in Jeanie's mind,
that his Grace, with whom, perhaps, it was for the time a little stronger,
was obliged once more to bring forward the subject of the Queen's present.
It was opened accordingly. In the inside of the case were the usual assortment of silk and needles, with scissors, tweezers, &c.; and in the pocket
was a bank-bill for fifty pounds.
The Duke had no sooner informed Jeanie of the value of this last document, for she was unaccustomed to see notes for such sums, than she expressed her regret at the mistake which had taken place. "For the hussy
itsell," she said, "was a very valuable thing for a keepsake, with the Queen's
name written in the inside with her ain hand doubtless —Caroline-as plain
as could be, and a crown drawn aboon-it."
She therefore tendered the bill to the Duke, "there is no mistake in the
case. Her Majesty knows you have been put to great expense, and she
wishes to make it up to you."
"I am sure she is even ower gude," said Jeanie, " and it glads me muckle
that I can pay back Dumbiedikes his siller, without distressing my father,
honest man."
"Dumbiedikes? What, a freeholder of Mid-Lothian, is he not?" said
his Grace, whose occasional residence in that county made him acquainted
with most of the heritors, as landed persons are termed in Scotland - " He
has a house not far from Dalkeith, wears a black wig and a laced hat?"
"Yes, sir," answered Jeanie, who had her reasons for being brief in her
answers upon this topic..
"Ah, my old friend Dumbie!" said the Duke; "I have thrice seen him
fou, and only once heard the sound of his voice - Is he a cousin of yours,
Jeanie?"
"No, sir,-,my Lord."
" Then he must be a well-wisher, I suspect?",
"Ye-yes, -my Lord, sir," answered Jeanie, blushing, and'with hesitation.
"Aha! then, if the Laird starts, I suppose my friend Butler must be in
some danger?"
" 0 no, sir," answered Jeanie, much more readily, but at the same time
blushing much more deeply.
"Well, Jeanie," said the Duke, " you are a girl may be safely trusted
with your own matters, and I shall inquire no farther about them. But as
to this same pardon, I must see to get it passed through the proper forms;
and I have a friend in office who will, for auld lang syne, do me so much
favour. And then, Jeanie, as I shall have occasion to send an express
down to Scotland, who will travel with it safer and more swiftly than you
can do, I will take care to have it put into the proper channel; meanwhile
you may write to your friends, by post, of your good success."
" And does your Honour think," said Jeanie, " that will do as weel as if
I were to take my tap in my lap, and slip my ways hame again on my ain
errand?"