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. 585
Meanwhile, as the mirth grew fast and furious, the graver members of
the party began to escape as well as they could. David Deans accomplished
his retreat, and Butler anxiously watched an opportunity to follow him.
Knockdunder, however, desirous, he said, of knowing what stuff was in the
new minister, had no intention to part with him so easily, but kept him
pinned to his side, watching him sedulously, and with obliging violence
filling his glass to the brim, as often as he could seize an opportunity of
doing so. At length as the evening was wearing late, a venerable brother
chanced to ask Mr. Archibald when they might hope to see the Duke, tarn
carum caaput, as he would venture to term him, at the Lodge of Roseneath.
Duncan of Knock, whose ideas were somewhat conglomerated, and who, it
may be believed, was no great scholar, catching up some imperfect sound
of the words, conceived the speaker was drawing a parallel between the
Duke and Sir Donald Gorme of Sleat; and being of opinion that such comparison was odious, snorted thrice, and prepared himself to be in a passion.
To the explanation of the venerable divine the Captain answered, "I
heard the word Gorme myself, sir, with my ain ears. D'ye think I do not
know Gaelic from Latin?"
"Apparently not, sir;"so the clergyman, offended in his turn, and
taking a pinch of snuff, answered with great coolness.
The copper nose of the gracious Duncan now became heated like the bull
of Phalaris, and while Mr. Archibald mediated betwixt the offended parties,
and the attention of the company was engaged by their dispute, Butler took
an opportunity to effect his retreat.
He found the females at Auchingower, very anxious for the breaking up
of the convivial party; for it was a part of the arrangement, that although
David Deans was to remain at Auchingower, and Butler was that night to
take possession of the Manse, yet Jeanie, for whom complete accommodations
were not yet provided in her father's house, was to return for a day or two
to the Lodge at Roseneath, and the boats had been held in readiness accordingly. They waited, therefore, for Knockdunder's return, but twilight
came, and they still waited in vain. At length, Mr. Archibald, who, as a
man of decorum, had taken care not to exceed in his conviviality, made his
appearance, and advised the females strongly to return to the island under
his escort; observing, that, from the humour in which he had left the Captain, it was a great chance whether he budged out of the public-house that
night, and it was absolutely certain that he would not be very fit company
for ladies. The gig was at their disposal, he said, and there was still
pleasant twilight for a party on the water.
Jeanie, who had considerable confidence in Archibald's prudence, immediately acquiesced in this proposal; but Mrs. Dolly positively objected to
the small boat. If the big boat could be gotten, she agreed to set out, otherwise she would sleep on the floor, rather than stir a step. Reasoning with
Dolly was out of the question, and Archibald did not think the difficulty so
pressing as to require compulsion. He observed, it was not using the Captain very politely to deprive him of his coach and six; " but as it was in the
ladies' service," he gallantly said, "he would use so much freedom —besides
the gig would serve the Captain's purpose better, as it could come off at
any hour of the tide; the large boat should, therefore, be at Mrs. Dolly's
service."
They walked to the beach accordingly, accompanied by Butler. It was
sometime before the boatmen could be assembled, and ere they were well
embarked, and ready to depart, the pale moon was come over the hill, and
flinging a trembling reflection on the broad and glittering waves. But so
soft and pleasant was the night, that Butler, in bidding farewell to Jeanie,
had no apprehension for her safety; and, what is yet more extraordinary,
Mrs. Dolly felt no alarm for her own. The air was soft, and came over the
cooling wave with something of summer fragrance. The beautiful scene