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 SURGEON'S DAUGHTER. 481
" Seak for yourself, if you please, Mr. Adam Hartley. I was not born
a clown like some folks, and should care little, if I saw it fit, to talk to the
best of them at the ordinary, and make myself understood too."
" Very likely," answered Hartley, losing patience: " you are one of themselves, you know - Middlemas of that Ilk."
" You scoundrel!" said Richard, advancing on him in fury, his taunting
humour entirely changed into rage.
" Stand back," said Hartley, "or you will come by the worst; if you will
break rude jests, you must put up with rough answers."
" I will have satisfaction for this insult, by Heaven!"
"Why so you shall, if you insist on it," said Hartley; "but better, I
think, to say no more about the matter. We have both spoken what would
have been better left unsaid. I was in the wrong to say what I said to you,
although you did provoke me. And now I have given you as much satisfaction as a reasonable man can ask."
" Sir," repeated Middlemas, "the satisfaction which I demand, is that of
a gentleman-the Doctor has a pair of pistols.".
" And a pair of mortars also, which are heartily at your service, gentlemen," said Mr. Gray, coming forward from behind a yew hedge, where he
had listened to the whole or greater part of this dispute. "A fine story it
would be of my apprentices shooting each other with my own pistols! Let
me see either of you fit to treat a gunshot wound, before you think of inflicting one. Go, you are both very foolish boys, and I cannot take it kind
of either of you to bring the name of my daughter into such disputes as
these. Hark ye, lads, ye both owe me, I think, some portion of respect, and'
even of gratitude-it will be a poor return, if instead of living quietly with
this poor motherless girl, like brothers with a sister, you should oblige me
to increase my expense, and abridge my comfort, by sending my child from
me, for the few months that you are to remain here. Let me see you shake
hands, and let us have no more of this nonsense."
While their master spoke in this manner, both the young men stood before him in the attitude of self-convicted criminals. At the conclusion of
his rebuke, Hartley turned frankly round, and offered his hand to his companion, who accepted it, but after a moment's hesitation. There was nothing farther passed on the subject, but the lads never resumed the same
sort of intimacy which had existed betwixt them in their earlier acquaintance. On the contrary, avoiding every connexion not absolutely required
by their situation, and abridging as much as possible even their indispensable intercourse in professional matters, they seemed as much estranged
from each other as two persons residing in the same small house had the
means of being.
As for Menie Gray, her father did not appear to entertain the least anxiety
upon her account, although from his frequent and almost daily absence from
home, she was exposed to constant intercourse with two handsome young
men, both, it might be supposed, ambitious of pleasing her more than most
parents would have deemed entirely prudent. Nor was Nurse Jamieson,her menial situation, and her excessive partiality for her foster-son, considered,-altogether such a matron as could afford her protection. Gideon,
however, knew that his daughter possessed, in its fullest extent, the upright
and pure integrity of his own-character, and that never father had less
reason to apprehend that a daughter should deceive his confidence; and
justly secure of her principles, he overlooked the danger to which he exposed
her feelings and affections.
The intercourse betwixt Menie and the young men seemed now of a
guarded kind on all sides. Their meeting was only at meals, and Miss Gray
was at pains, perhaps by her father's recommendation, to treat them with
the same degree of attention. This, however, was no easy matter; for
Hartley became so retiring, cold, and formal, that it was impossible for her
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