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.

1.14 WAVER LEY N OVELS.
"No, brother; it says a great deal more. It says that his manners and
discourse express the feelings and education of the higher class."
" But I desire to know what is his birth and his rank in society, and what
is his title to be in the circle in which I find him domesticated?"
"If you mean, how he comes to visit at Monkbarns, you must ask my
uncle, who will probably reply, that he invites to his own house such company as he pleases; and if you mean to ask Sir Arthur, you must- know
that Mr. Leovel rendered Miss Wardour and him a service of the most important kind."
" What! that romantic story is true, then?-And pray, does the valorous
night aspire, as is, befitting on such occasions, to the hand of the young
ady whom he redeemed from peril? It is quite in the rule of romance, I
am aware; and I did think that she was uncommonly dry to me as we walked
together, and seemed from time to time as if she watched whether she was
not giving offence to her gallant cavalier."
" Dear Hector," said his sister, " if you really continue to nourish any
affection for Miss Wardour""If, Mary?-what an'f was there!'
I — own I consider your perseverance as hopeless."
"And why hopeless, my sage sister?" asked Captain M'Intyre: "Miss
Wardour,- in the state of her father's affairs, cannot pretend to much fortune;-and, as to family, I trust that of M'Intyre is not inferior."
" But, Hector," continued his sister, " Sir Arthur always considers us as
members of the Monkbarns family."
" Sir Arthur may consider what he pleases," answered the Highlander,
scornfully; " but any one with common sense will consider that the wife
takes rank from the husband, and that my father's pedigree of fifteen unblemished descents must have ennobled my mother, if her veins had been
filled with printer's ink."
"For God's sake, Hector," replied his anxious sister, "take care of yourself! a single expression of that kind, repeated to my uncle by an indiscreet
or interested eavesdropper, would lose you his favour for ever, and destroy
all chance of your succeeding to his estate."
"Be it so," answered the heedless young man; "I am one of a profession
which the world has never been able to do without, and will far less endure
to want for half a century to come; and my good old uncle may tack his
good estate and his plebeian name to your apron-string if he pleases, Mary,
and you may wed this new favourite of his if you please, and you may both
of you live quiet, peaceable, well-regulated lives, if it pleases Heaven. My
part is taken-I'll fawn on no man for an inheritance which should be mine
by birth."
Miss M'Intyre laid her hand on her brother's arm, and entreated him to
suppress his vehemence. " Who," she said, " injures or seeks to injure you,
but your own hasty temper? —what dangers are you defying, but those you
have yourself conjured up?-Q0ur uncle has hitherto been all that is kind
and paternal in his conduct to us, and why should you suppose he will in
future be otherwise than what he has ever been, since we were left as orphans
to his care?"'
"He is an excellent old gentleman, I must own," replied M'Intyre, "and
I am enraged at myself when I chance to offend him; but then his eternal
harangues upon topics not worth the spark of a flint-his investigations about
invalided pots and pans and tobacco-stoppers past service —all these things
put me out of patience. I have something of Hotspur in me, sister, I must
confess."'
" Too much, too much, my dear brother! Into how many risks, and,
forgive me for saying, some of them little creditable, has this absolute and
violent temper led you! Do not let such clouds darken the time you aroe
nowto pass in our neighbourhood, but let our old benefactor see his kinsman