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.

OLD MORTALITY. 579
fusion, she instantly recognised as Miss Bellenden, and Lady Emily tIamilton, a sister of Lord Evandale.
" Had I no better gang to the house to put things to rights?" said Jenny,
confounded with this unexpected apparition.
"We want nothing but the pass-key," said Miss Bellenden; "Gudyill
will open the windows of the little parlour."'The little parlour's locked, and the lock's spoiled," answered Jenny,
who recollected the local sympathy between that apartment and the bedchamber of her guest.
" In the red parlour, then," said Miss Bellenden, and rode up to the front
of the house, but by an approach different from that through which Morton
had been conducted.
" All will be out," thought Jenny, "unless I can get him smuggled out
of the house the back way."
So saying, she sped up the bank in great tribulation and uncertainty.
" I had better hae said at ance there was a stranger there," was her next
natural reflection. " But then they wad hae been for asking him to breakfast. " safe us! what will I do?-And there's Gudyill walking in the
garden, too i" she exclaimed internally, on approaching the wicket-" and
I daurna gang in the back way till he's aff the coast. O sirs, what will
become of us?"
In this state of perplexity she approached the ci-devant butler, with the
purpose of decoying him out of the garden. But John Gudclyill's temper
was not improved by his decline in rank and increase in years. Like many
peevish people, too, he seemed to have an intuitive perception as to what
was most likely to teaze those whom he conversed with; and on the present occasion, all Jenny's efforts to remove him from the garden served only
to root him in it as fast as if he had been one of the shrubs. Unluckily,
also, he had commenced florist during his residence at Fairy-Knowe, and,
leaving all other things to the charge of Lady Emily's servant, his first care
was dedicated to the flowers, which he had taken under his special protection, and which he propped, dug, and watered, prosing all the while upon
their respective merits to poor Jenny, who stood by him trembling, and
almost crying, with anxiety, fear, and impatience.
Fate seemed determined to win a match against Jenny this unfortunate
morning. As soon as the ladies entered the house, they observed that the
door of the little parlour, the very apartment out of which she was desirous
of excluding them on account of its contiguity to the room in which Morton slept, was not only unlocked, but absolutely ajar. Miss Bellenden was
too much engaged with her own immediate subjects of reflection to take
much notice of the circumstance, but, desiring the servant to open the window-shutters, walked into the room along with her friend.
"He is not yet come," she said. " What can your brother possibly
mean? -why express so anxious a wish that we should meet him here?
and why not come to Castle-Dinnan, as he proposed? I own, my dear
Emily, that, even engaged as we are to each other, and with the sanction
of your presence, I do not feel that t have done quite right in indulging
him."
" Evandale was never capricious," answered his sister; "I am sure he
will satisfy us with his reasons, and if he does not, I will help you to scold
him."
"What I chiefly fear," said Edith, "is his having engaged in some of
the plots of this fluctuating and unhappy time. I know his heart is with
that dreadful Claverhouse and his army, and I believe he would have
joined them ere now but for my uncle's death, which gave him so much
additional trouble on our account. How singular, that one so rational, and
so deeply sensible of the errors of the exiled family, should be ready to risk
all for tlleir restoration i"