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.

WOODSTOCK. 249
"But, oh, Joceline," said Phoebe, " how could you take so wicked a man
into your counsels, and join him in all his plots about scaring the roundhead gentlemen?"
"Why look thee, wench, I thought I knew him at the first meeting
especially when Bevis, who was bred here when he was a dog-leader, would
not fly at him; and when we made up our old acquaintance at the Lodge,
I found he kept up a close correspondence with Doctor Rochecliffe, who was
persuaded that he was a good King's man, and held consequently good
intelligence with him. -The doctor boasts to have learned much through
his means; I wish to Heaven he may not have been as communicative in
turn."
"Oh, Joceline," said the waiting-woman, "you should never have let
him within the gate of the Lodge!"
" No more I would, if I had known how to keep him out; but when he
went so frankly into our scheme, and told me how I was to dress myself like
Robinson the player, whose ghost haunted Harrison - I wish no ghost may
haunt me! -when he taught me how to bear myself to terrify his lawful
master, what could I think, wench? I only trust the Doctor has kept the
great secret of all from his knowledge.-But here we are at the Lodge. Go
to thy chamber, wench, and compose thyself. I must seek out Doctor
Rochecliffe; he is ever talking of his quick and ready invention. Here come
times, I think, that will demand it all."
Phoebe went to her chamber accordingly; but the strength arising from
the pressure of danger giving way when the danger was removed, she quickly
fell into a succession of hysterical fits, which required the constant attention
of Dame Jellicot, and the less alarmed, but more judicious care of Mistress
Alice, before they even abated in their rapid recurrence.
The under-keeper carried his news to the politic Doctor, who was extremely disconcerted, alarmed, nay angry with Joceline, for having slain a
person on whose communications he had accustomed himself to rely. Yet
his looks declared his suspicion, whether his confidence had not been too
rashly conferred -a suspicion which pressed him the more anxiously, that
he was unwilling to avow it, as a derogation from his character for shrewdness, on which he valued himself.
Dr. Rochecliffe's reliance, however, on the fidelity of Tomkins, had apparently good grounds. Before the Civil Wars, as may be partly collected
fiom what has been already hinted at, Tomkins, under his true name of
Hazeldine, had been under the protection of the Rector of Woodstock,
occasionally acted as his clerk, was a distinguished member of his choir,
and, being a handy and ingenious fellow, was employed in assisting the
antiquarian researches of Dr. Rochecliffe through the interior of Woodstock.
When he engaged in the opposite side in the Civil Wars, he still kept up
his intelligence with the divine, to whom he had afforded what seemed
valuable information from time to time. His assistance had latterly been
eminently useful in aiding the Doctor, with the assistance of Joceline and
Phoebe, in contriving and executing the various devices by which the Parliamentary Commissioners had been expelled from Woodstock. Indeed, his
services in this respect had been thought wdrthy of no less a reward than a
present of what plate remained at the Lodge, which had been promised to
the Independent accordingly. The Doctor, therefore, while admitting he
might be a bad man, regretted him as a useful one, whose death, if enquired
after, was likely to bring additional danger on a house which danger already
surrounded, and which contained a pledge so precious.