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.

434 WAV ERLEY N OVELS.
sometimes played the part of a monitor. Circumstances seemed at present
to give the Earl a right of retaliation. He kept his eye fixed on his friend,
as if he waited till he should complete his sentence, and at length exclaimed,
"What! cousin, quite dc-la-mort. Oh, most judicious Julian! Oh, most
precise Peveril! have you bestowed so much wisdom on me that you have
none left for yourself? Come, be frank-tell me name and place -or say
but the colour of the eyes of the most emphatic she — or do but let me have
the pleasure to hear thee say,' I love!' —cbnfess one touch of human frailtyconjugate the verb arno, and I will be a gentle schoolmaster, and you shall
have, as father Richards used to say, when we were under his ferule,' licentia exeundi.'"
"Enjoy your pleasant humour at my expense, my lord," said Peveril;
"I fairly will confess thus much, that I would fain, if it consisted with my
honour and your safety, have two hours at my own disposal; the more especially as the manner in which I shall employ them may much concern the
safety of the island."
"Very likely, I dare say," answered the Earl, still laughing. " No doubt
you are summoned out by some Lady Politic Wouldbe of the isle, to talk
over some of the breast-laws: but never mind —go, and go speedily, that
you may return as quick as possible. I expect no immediate explosion of
this grand conspiracy. When the rogues see us on our guard, they will be
cautious how they break out. Only, once more, make haste."
Peveril thought this last advice was not to be neglected; and, glad to
extricate himself from the raillery of his cousin, walked down towards the
gate of the Castle, meaning to cross over to the village, and there take horse
at the Earl's stables, for the place of rendezvous.
oFgf fIr tint pxifft't4.
Acasto. Can she not speak?
Oswald. If speech be only in accented sounds,
Framed by the tongue and lips, the maiden's dumb;
But if by quick and apprehensive look,
By motion, sign, and glance, to give each meaning,
Express as clothed in language, be term'd speech,
She hath that wondrous faculty; for her.eyes,
Like the bright stars of heaven, can hold discourse,
Though it be mute and soundless.
OLD PLAY.
AT the head of the first flight of steps which descended towards the difficult and well-defended entrance of the Castle of Holm-Peel, Peveril was met
and stopped by the Countess's train-bearer. This little creature-for she
was of the least and slightest size of womankind-was exquisitely well
formed in all her limbs, which the dress she usually wore (a green silk
tunic, of a peculiar form) set off to the best advantage. Her face was darker
than the usual hue of Europeans; and the profusion of long and silken hair,
which, when she undid the braids in which she commonly wore it, fell down
almost to her ankles, was also rather a foreign attribute. Her countenance
resembled a most beautiful miniature; and there was a quickness, decision,
and fire, in Fenella's look, and especially in her eyes, which was probably
rendered yet more alert and acute, because, through the imperfection of her
other organs, it was only by sight that she could obtain information of what
passed around her.
The pretty mute was mistress of many little accomplishments, which the