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 SURGEON'S DAUGHTER. 467
her a few stern words, which she heard with an air of mingled agony and
submission.
" I have given her a few minutes to see and weep over the miserable being
which has been the seal of her dishonour," said the stern father. "Let us
retire and leave her alone.-You," to the messenger, "watch the door of the
room on the outside."
Gray, Lawford, and Monqada, retired to the parlour accordingly, where
they waited in silence, each busied with his own reflections, till, within
the space of half an hour, they received information that the lady was ready
to depart.
"It is well," replied Monqada; "I am glad she has yet sense enough
left to submit to that which needs must be."
So saying, he ascended the stair, and returned leading down his daughter,
now again masked and veiled. As she passed Gray, she uttered the words
-" My child, my child!" in a tone of unutterable anguish; then entered
the carriage, which was drawn up as close to the door of the doctor's house
as the little enclosure would permit. The messenger, mounted on a led
horse, and accompanied by a servant and assistant, followed the carriage,
which drove rapidly off, taking the road which leads to Edinburgh. All
who had witnessed this strange scene, now departed to make their conjectures, and some to count their gains; for money had been distributed among
the females who had attended on the lady, with so much liberality, as considerably to reconcile them to the breach of the rights of womanhood ininflicted by the precipitate removal of the patient.
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THE last cloud of dust which the wheels of the carriage had raised was
dissipated, when dinner, which claims a share of human thoughts even in
the midst of the most marvellous and affecting incidents, recurred to those
of Mrs. Gray.
" Indeed, Doctor, you will stand glowering out of the window till some
other patient calls for you, and then have to set off without your dinner; -
and I hope Mr. Lawford will take pot-luck with us, for it is just his own
hour; and indeed we had something rather better than ordinary for this
poor lady- lamb and spinage, and a veal Florentine."
The surgeon started as from a dream, and joined in his wife's hospitable
request, to which Lawford willingly assented.
We will suppose the meal finished, a bottle of old and generous Antigua
upon the table, and a modest little punch-bowl, judiciously replenished for
the accommodation of the Doctor and his guest. Their conversation naturally turned on the strange scene which they had witnessed, and the Townclerk took considerable merit for his presence of mind.
"I am thinking, Doctor," said he, "you might have brewed a bitter
browst to yourself if I had not come in as I did."
" Troth, and it might very well so be," answered Gray; "for, to tell you
the truth, when I saw yonder fellow vapouring with his pistols among the
woman-folk in my own house, the old Cameronian spirit began to rise in
me, and little thing would have made me cleek to the poker."
"HIoot, hoot! that would never have done. Na, na," said the man of
law, "this was a case where a little prudence was worth all the pistols and
pokers in the world."