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 HEART OF MID-LOTHIAN. 503
*had eat nought to-day, and so. Measter Tummas did set down a drap of
drink and a morsel, to be sure."
"Thomas was very right, Mr. Stubbs; and what has become of the other
most unfortunate being?"
"Why," replied Mr. Stubbs, "I did think the sight on her would but
vex your Reverence, and soa I did let her go her ways back to her mother,
who is in trouble in the next parish."
"In trouble!-that signifies in prison, I suppose?" said Mr. Staunton.
"Ay, truly; something like it, an it like your Reverence."
"Wretched, unhappy, incorrigible woman!" said the clergyman. " And
what sort of person is this companion of hers?"
"Why, decent enow, an it like your Reverence," said Stubbs; "for aught
I sees of her, there's no harm of her, and she says she has cash enow to
carry her out of the. county."
"Cash! that is always what you think of, Stubbs-But, has she sense?has she her wits? —has she the capacity of taking care of herself?"
"Why, your Reverence," replied Stubbs, "I cannot just sag —I will
be sworn she was not born at Witt-ham; * for Gaffer Gibbs looked at her
all the time of service, and he says, she could not turn up a single lesson
like a Christian, even though she had Madge Murdockson to help her-but
then, as to fending for hersell, why, she's a bit of a Scotch womuan, your
Reverence, and they say the worst donnot of them can look out for their
own turn- and she is decently put on enow, and not bechounched like
t'other."
" Send her in here, then, and do you remain below, Mr. Stubbs."
This colloquy had engaged Jeanie's attention so deeply, that it was not
until it was over that she observed that the sash door, which, we have said,
led from the anteroom into the garden, was opened, and that there entered,
or rather was borne in by two assistants, a young man, of a very pale and
sickly appearance, whom they lifted to the nearest couch, and placed there,
as if to recover from the fatigue of an unusual exertion. Just as'they were
making this arrangement, Stubbs came out of the library, and summonned
Jeanie to enter it. She obeyed him, not without tremor; for, besides the
novelty of the situation to a girl of her secluded habits, she felt also as if
the successful prosecution of her journey was to depend upon the impression
she should be able to make on Mr. Staunton.
It is true, it was difficult to suppose on what pretext a person travelling
on her own business, and at her own charge, could be interrupted upon her
route. But the violent detention she had already undergone, was sufficient
to show that there existed persons at no great distance wh'ohad the interest;
the inclination, and the audacity, forcibly to stop her journey, afid she felt
the necessity of.having some countenance and proteetion, at least till she
should get beyond their reach. While these things passed through her
mind, much faster than our pen and ink can record, or even the reader's eye
collect the meaning of its traces, Jeanie found herself in a handsome library,
and in presence of the Rector of Willingham. The well furnished presses
and shelves which surrounded the large and handsome apaitment, contained
more books than Jeanie imagined existed in the world, being accustomed to
consider as an extensive collection two fir shelves, each about three feet long,
which contained her father's treasured volumes, the whole pith and marrpw,
as he used sometimes to boast, of modern divinity. An orrery, globes, a
telescope, and some other scientific implements, conveyed to Jeanie an impression of admiration and wonder not unmixed with fear; for, in her ignorant apprehension, they seemed rather adapted for magical -purposes, than
any other; and a few stuffed animals (as the Rector was fond of natural
history) added to the impressive character of the apartment.
* A proverbial and punnigt expression in that county, to intimate that a person is not very clever.