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.

PEVERIL OF THE PEAK. 517
counsels which I procured to be given to hinm, he might have dwelt safely in
the house of his ancestors. His fate is now beyond my control —far beyond
yours. It must be with him as his country shall decide."
" And my mother?" said Peveril.
"Will consult, as she has ever done, her own duty; and create her own
happiness by doing so," replied Bridgenorth. "Believe, my designs towards
your family are better than they may seem through the mist which adversity has spread around your house. I may triumph as a man; but as a man
I must also remember, in my hour, that mine enemies have had theirs. -
Have you aught else to say?" he added, after a momentary pause. "You
have rejected once, yea, and again, the hand I stretched out to you. Methinks little more remains between us."
These words, which seemed to cut short farther discussion, were calmly
spoken; so that though they appeared to discourage farther question, they
could not interrupt that which still trembled on Julian's tongue. He made
a step or two towards the door; then suddenly returned. "Your daughter?"
he said-" Major Bridgenorth-I should ask-I do ask forgiveness for mentioning her name - but may I not inquire after her? - May I not express
my wishes for her future happiness?"
" Your interest in her is but too flattering," said Bridgenorth; " but you
have already chosen your part; and you must be, in future, strangers to
each other. I may have wished it otherwise, but the hour of grace is passed,
during which your compliance with my advice might-I will speak it plainly
- have led to your union. For her happiness -if such a word belongs to
mortal pilgrimage-I shall care for it sufficiently. She leaves this place today, under the guardianship of a sure friend."
"Not of --?" exclaimed Peveril, and stopped short; for he felt he had
no right to pronounce the name which came to his lips.
"Why do you pause?" said Bridgenorth; " a sudden thought is often a
wise, almost always an honest one. With whom did you suppose I meant
to intrust my child, that the idea called forth so anxious an expression?"
" Again I should ask your forgiveness," said Julian, " for meddling where
I have little right to interfere. But I saw a face here that is known to me
— the person calls himself Ganlesse -Is it with him that you mean to intrust your daughter?"
" Even to the pVerson who calls himself Ganlesse," said Bridgenorth, without expressing either anger or surprise.
" And do you know to whom you commit a charge so precious to all who
know her, and so dear to yourself?" said Julian.
"Do yout know, who ask me the question?" answered Bridgenorth.
" I own I do not," answered Julian; " but I have seen him in a character
so different from what he now wears, that I feel it my duty to warn you, how
you intrust the charge of your child to one who can alternately play-the
profligate or the hypocrite, as it suits his own interest or humour."
Bridgenorth smiled contemptuously. "I might be angry," he said,
"with the officious zeal which supposes that its green conceptions can instruct my gray hairs; but, good Julian, I do but only ask from you the
liberal construction, that I, who have had much converse with mankind,
know with whom I trust what is dearest to me. He of whom thou speakest,
hath one visage to his friends, though he may have others to the world, living
amongst those before whom honest features should be concealed under a
grotesque vizard; even as in the sinful sports of the day, called maskings
and mummeries, where the wise, if he show himself at all, must be contented to play the apish and fantastic fool."'"I would only pray your wisdom to bewarie," said Julian, " of one, who,
as he has a vizard for others, may also have one which can disguise his real
features from you yourself."
"This is being over careful, young man," replied Bridgenorth, mcre
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