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.

532 WAVER Le N OVYL S
you, by doing my best to place your character on its proper footing with
MNavlr Bellenden, and all whose esteem you value."
" expected no less from your generosity, my lord," said Morton.
He then called his followers, and rode off along the heath imn the direction
of Hamilton, their feathers wai.inug, and their steel caps glancing in the
beams of the rising sun. Cuddie Hleadrigg alone remained an instant behind his companions to take an affectionate farewell of Jenny Dennison,
who had contrived, during this short morning's ride, to re-establish her influence over his susceptible bosom. A straggling -tree or two obscured,
rather than concealed, their Utte-d-tete, as they halted their horses to bid
adieu.
" Fare ye wee], Jenny," said Ouddie, with a loud exertion of his lungs,
intended perhaps to be a sigh, but rather resembling the intonation of a
groan-" Ye'll think o' puir Cuddie sometimes-an honest lad that lo'es ye,
Jenny; ye'll think o' him now and then?"
" Whiles-at brose-time," answered the malicious damsel, unable either
to suppress the repartee, or the arch smile which attended it.
Cuddie took his revenge as rustic lovers are wont, and as Jenny probably expected, —caught his mistress round the neck, kissed her cheeks and
lips heartily, and then turned his horse and trotted after his master.
"Deil's in the fallow!" said Jenny, wiping her lips and adjusting her
head-dress;'"he has twice the spunk o' Tam Halliday, after a'. Coming,
my leddy, coming -Lord have a care o' us, I trust the auld leddy didna
see us?"
"Jenny," said Lady Margaret, as the damsel camle up, "was not that
young man who commanded the party the same that was captain of the
popinjay, and who was afterwards prisoner at Tillietudlem on the morning
Claverhouse came there?"
Jenny, happy that the query had no reference to her own little matters,
looked at her young mistress, to discover, if possible, whether it was her
cue to speak truth or not. Not being able to catch any hint to guide her,
she followed her instinct as a lady's maid, and lied.
"I dinna believe it was him, my leddy," said Jenny, as confidently
as if she had been saying her catechism; "he was a little black man,
that."
"' You must have been blind, Jenny," said the g'Major: " Henry Morton is
tall and fair, and that youth is the very man."
"I had ither thing ado than be looking at him," said Jenny, tossing her
head; "he may be as fair as a farthing candle, for me."
" Is it not," said Lady Margaret, " a blessed escape which we have made,
out of the hands of so desperate and bloodthirsty a fanatic?"
" You are deceived, madam," said Lord Evandale; " Mr. 3Morton merits
such a title from no one, but least from us. That I am now alive, and that
you are now on your safe retreat to your friends, instead of being prisoners
to a real fanatical homicide, is solely and entirely owing to the prompt, active,
and energetic humanity of this young gentleman."
He then went into a particular narrative of the events with which the
reader is acquainted, dwelling upon the merits of Morton, and expatiating
on the risk at which he had rendered them these important seovwices, as if
he had been a brother instead of a rival.
"I were worse than ungrateful," he said, "were I silent on the merits of
the man who has twvice saved my life."
"I would willingly think well of HIenry 3Morton, my lord," replied Major
Bellenden; "and I own he has behaved handsomely to your lordship and
to us; but I cannot have the same allowances which it pleases your lordship
to entertain for his present courses."
"You are to consider," replied Lord Evandale, " that he has been p~lrtly,
forced upon them by necessity; and I must add, that his principles, though