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.

168 WAVERLEY NOVELS.
"Nay, I will hear it every word, boy," said Sir Henry; "is not the certainty that thou hast discharged thy duty, and that King Charles owns it,
enough to console me for all we have lost and suffered, and wouldst thou
stint me of it from a false shamefacedness? —I will have it out of thee,
were it drawn from thee with cords!"
"It shall need no such compulsion," said the young man- "It was his
Majesty's pleasure to bid me tell Sir Henry Lee, in his name, that if his
son could not go before his father in the race of loyalty, he was at least following him closely, and would soon move side by side."
" Said he so?" answered the knight -" Old Victor Lee will look down
with pride on thee, Albert! —But I forget-you must be weary and
hungry."
" Even so," said Albert; " but these are things which of late I have been
in the habit of enduring for safety's sake."
" Joceline! - what ho, Joceline!"
The under-keeper entered, and received orders to get supper prepared
directly.
"My son and Dr. Rochecliffe are half starving," said the knight.
"And there is a lad, too, below," said Joceline; "a page, he says, of
Colonel Albert's, whose belly rings cupboard too, and that to no common
tune; for I think he could eat a horse, as the Yorkshireman says, behind
the saddle. IHe had better eat at the sideboard; for he has devoured a
whole loaf of bread and butter, as fast as Phoebe could cut it, and it has
not staid his stomach for a minute-and truly I think you had better keep
him under your own eyes, for the steward beneath might ask him troublesome questions if he went below -And then he is impatient, as all your
gentlemen pages are, and is saucy among the women."
"Whom is it he talks of? -what page hast thou got, Albert, that bears
himself so ill?" said Sir Henry.
" The son of a dear friend, a noble lord of Scotland, who followed the
great Montrose's banner-afterwards joined the King in Scotland, and
came with him as far as Worcester. He was wounded the day before the
battle, and conjured me to take this youth under my charge, which I did,
something unwillingly; but I could not refuse a father, perhaps on his
death-bed, pleading for the safety of an only son."
" Thou hadst deserved an halter, hadst thou hesitated," said Sir Henry;
" the smallest tree can always give some shelter, - and it pleases me to
think the old stock of Lee is not so totally prostrate, but it may yet be a
refuge for the distressed. Fetch the youth in;- he is of noble blood, and
these are no times of ceremony -he shall sit with us at the same table,
page though he be; and if you have not schooled him handsomely in his
manners, he may not be the worse of some lessons from me."
"You will excuse his national drawling accent, sir?" said Albert,
"though I know you like it not."
"I have small cause, Albert," answered the knight- "small cause.Who stirred up these disunions? —the Scots. Who strengthened the hands
of Parliament, when their cause was well nigh ruined? -the Scots again.
Who delivered up the King, their countryman, who had flung himself upon
their protection? -the Scots again. But this lad's father, you say, has
fought on the part of the noble Montrose; and such a man as the great
Marquis may make amends for the degeneracy of a whole nation."
" Nay, father," said Albert, " and I must add, that though this lad is uncouth and wayward, and, as you will see, something wilful, yet the King
has not a more zealous friend in England; and, when occasion offered, he
fought stoutly, too, in his defence —I marvel he comes not."
" He hath taken the bath," said Joceline, "and nothing less would serve
than that he should have it immediately-the supper, he said, might be got
ready in the meantime; and he commands all about him as if he were in