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 FOILTUNES OF NIGEL. 169' The villain!" exclaimed Margaret, whose anxiety had, in spite of herself, been a moment suspended by the narrative of the lady.
" Yes," replied Hermione, calmly, though her voice somewhat faltered,
"it is the name that best -that well befits him. i-e, Margaret, for whom
I had sacrificed all-whose love and whose memory were dearer to me than
my freedom, when I was in the convent - than my life, when I was on my
perilous journey-had taken his measures to shake me off, and transfer me,
as a privileged wanton, to the protection of his libertine friend. At first
the stranger laughed at my tears and my agony, as the hysterical passion
of a deluded and overreached wanton, or the wily affectation of a courtezan. My claim of marriage he laughed at, assuring me he knew it was a
mere farce required by me, and submitted to by his friend, to save some
reserve of delicacy; and expressed his surprise that I should consider in
any other light a ceremony which could be valid neither in Spain nor England, and insultingly offered to remove my scruples, by renewing such a
union with me himself. My exclamations brought Monna Paula to my aid
-she was not, indeed, far distant, for she had expected some such scene."
" Good Heaven 1" said Margaret, " was she a confidant of your base husband?"
" No," answered Hermione; " do her not that injustice. It was her persevering inqcuiries that discovered the place of my confinement —it was she
who gave the information to my husband, and who remarked even then,
that the news was so much more interesting to his friend than to him, that
she suspected, from an early period, it was the purpose of the villain to
shake me off. On the journey her suspicions were confirmed. She had
heard him remark to his companion, with a cold, sarcastic sneer, the total
change which my prison and my illness had made on my complexion; and
she had heard the other reply, that the defect might be cured by a touch of
Spanish red. This and other circumstances having prepared her for such
treachery, Monna Paula now entered, completely possessed of herself, and
prepared to support me. Her calm representations went farther with the
stranger than the expressions of my despair. If he did not entirely believe
our tale, he at least acted the part of a man of honour, who would not
intrude himself on defenceless females, whatever was their character; desisted from persecuting us with his presence, and' not only directed Monna
Paula how we should journey to Paris, but furnished her with money for
the purpose of our journey. From the capital I wrote to Master Hleriot,
my father's most trusted correspondent. I-e came instantly to Paris on
receiving the letter; and - But'here comes Monna Paula, with more than
the sum you desired. Take it, my dearest maiden-serve this youth if you
will. But, 0 Margaret, look for no gratitude in return i"
The Lady Hermione took the bag of gold from her attendant, and gave
it to her young friend, who threw herself into her arms, kissed her on both
the pale cheeks, over which the sorrows so newly awakened by her narrative had drawn many tears, then sprung up, wiped her own overflowing
eyes, and left the Foljambe apartment with a hasty and resolved step.