Yet it would seem he was, in fairness, entitled to some premonition respecting the grounds upon which the Master proposed to impugn the whole train of legal proceedings, which had been so well and ripely advised in the only courts competent. Sir William Ashton, answered the Master, with warmth, the lands which you now occupy were granted to my remote ancestor for services done with his sword against the English invaders. How they have glided from us by a train of proceedings that seem to be neither sale, nor mortgage, nor adjudication for debt, but a nondescript and entangled mixture of all these rights; how annual rent has been accumulated upon principal, and no nook or coign of legal advantage left unoccupied, until our interest in our hereditary property seems to have melted away like an icicle in thawall this you understand better than I do. I am willing, however, to suppose, from the frankness of your conduct towards me, that I may in a great measure have mistaken your personal character, and that things may have appeared right and fitting to you, a skilful and practised lawyer, which to my ignorant understanding seem very little short of injustice and gross oppression. And you, my dear Master, answered Sir Williamyou, permit me to say, have been equally misrepresented to me. I was taught to believe you a fierce, imperious, hotheaded youth, ready, at the slightest provocation, to throw your sword into the scales of justice, and to appeal to those rude and forcible measures from which civil polity has long protected the people of Scotland. Then, since we were mutually mistaken in each other, why should not the young nobleman be willing to listen to the old lawyer, while, at least, he explains the points of difference betwixt them? No, my lord, answered Ravenswood; it is in the House of British Peers, whose honour must be equal to their rankit is in the court of last resort that we must parley together. The belted lords of Britain, her ancient peers, must decide, if it is their will that a house, not the least noble of their members, shall be stripped of their possessions, the reward of the patriotism of generations, as the pawn of a wretched mechanic becomes forfeit to the usurer the instant the hour of redemption has passed away. If they yield to the grasping severity of the creditor, and to the gnawing usury that eats into our lands as moths into a raiment, it will be of more evil consequence to them and their posterity than to Edgar Ravenswood. I shall still have my sword and my cloak, and can follow the profession of arms wherever a trumpet shall sound. As he pronounced these words, in a firm yet melancholy tone, he raised his eyes, and suddenly encountered those of Lucy Ashton, who had stolen unawares on their interview, and observed her looks fastened on them with an expression of enthusiastic interest and admiration, which had wrapt her for the moment beyond the fear of discovery. The noble form and fine features of Ravenswood, fired with the pride of birth and sense of internal dignity, the mellow and expressive tones of his voice, the desolate state of his fortunes, and the indifference with which he seemed to endure and to dare the worst that might befall, rendered him a dangerous object of contemplation for a maiden already too much disposed to dwell upon recollections connected with him. When their eyes encountered each other, both blushed deeply, conscious of some strong internal emotion, and shunned again to meet each others looks. Sir William Ashton had, of course, closely watched the expression of their countenances. I need fear, said he internally, neither Parliament nor protestation; I have an effectual mode of reconciling myself with this hottempered young fellow, in case he shall become formidable. The present object is, at all events, to avoid committing ourselves. The hook is fixed; we will not strain the line too soon it is as well to reserve the privilege of slipping it loose, if we do not find the fish worth landing. In this selfish and cruel calculation upon the supposed attachment of Ravenswood to Lucy, he was so far from considering the pain he might give to the former, by thus dallying with his affections, that he even did not think upon the risk of involving his own daughter in the perils of an unfortunate passion; as if her predilection, which could not escape his attention, were like the flame of a taper which might be lighted or extinguished at pleasure. But Providence had prepared a dreadful requital for this keen observer of human passions, who had spent his life in securing advantages to himself by artfully working upon the passions of others. Caleb Balderstone now came to announce that breakfast was prepared; for in those days of substantial feeding, the relics of the supper simply furnished forth the morning meal. Neither did he forget to present to the Lord Keeper, with great reverence, a morning draught in a large pewter cup, garnished with leaves of parsley and scurvygrass. He craved pardon, of course, for having omitted to serve it in the great silver standing cup as behoved, being that it was at present in a silversmiths in Edinburgh, for the purpose of being overlaid with gilt. In Edinburgh like enough, said Ravenswood; but in what place, or for what purpose, I am afraid neither you nor I know. Aweel! said Caleb, peevishly, theres a man standing at the gate already this morningthats ae thing that I ken. Does your honour ken whether ye will speak wi him or no? Does he wish to speak with me, Caleb? Less will no serve him, said Caleb; but ye had best take a visie of him through the wicket before opening the gate; its no every ane we suld let into this castle. What! do you suppose him to be a messenger come to arrest me for debt? said Ravenswood. A messenger arrest your honour for debt, and in your Castle of Wolfs Crag! Your honour is jesting wi auld Caleb this morning. However, he whispered in his ear, as he followed him out, I would be loth to do ony decent man a prejudice in your honours gude opinion; but I would tak twa looks o that chield before I let him within these walls. He was not an officer of the law, however; being no less a person than Captain Craigengelt, with his nose as red as a comfortable cup of brandy could make it, his laced cocked hat set a little aside upon the top of his black riding periwig, a sword by his side and pistols at his holsters, and his person arrayed in a riding suit, laid over with tarnished lacethe very moral of one who would say, Stand to a true man. When the Master had recognised him, he ordered the gates to be opened. I suppose, he said, Captain Craigengelt, there are no such weighty matters betwixt you and me, but may be discussed in this place. I have company in the castle at present, and the terms upon which we last parted must excuse my asking you to make part of them. Craigengelt, although possessing the very perfection of impudence, was somewhat abashed by this unfavourable reception. He had no intention, he said, to force himself upon the Master of Ravenswoods hospitality; he was in the honourable service of bearing a message to him from a friend, otherwise the Master of Ravenswood should not have had reason to complain of this intrusion. Let it be short, sir, said the Master, for that will be the best apology. Who is the gentleman who is so fortunate as to have your services as a messenger? My friend, Mr. Hayston of Bucklaw, answered Craigengelt, with conscious importance, and that confidence which the acknowledged courage of his principal inspired, who conceives himself to have been treated by you with something much short of the respect which he had reason to demand, and, therefore is resolved to exact satisfaction. I bring with me, said he, taking a piece of paper out of his pocket, the precise length of his sword; and he requests you will meet him, accompanied by a friend, and equally armed, at any place within a mile of the castle, when I shall give attendance as umpire, or second, on his behoof. Satisfaction! and equal arms! repeated Ravenswood, who, the reader will recollect, had no reason to suppose he had given the slightest offence to his late intimate; upon my word, Captain Craigengelt, either you have invented the most improbable falsehood that ever came into the mind of such a person, or your morning draught has been somewhat of the strongest. What could persuade Bucklaw to send me such a message? For that, sir, replied Craigengelt, I am desired to refer you to what, in duty to my friend, I am to term your inhospitality in excluding him from your house, without reasons assigned. It is impossible, replied the Master; he cannot be such a fool as to interpret actual necessity as an insult. Nor do I believe that, knowing my opinion of you, Captain, he would have employed the services of so slight and inconsiderable a person as yourself upon such an errand, as I certainly could expect no man of honour to act with you in the office of umpire. I slight and inconsiderable? said Craigengelt, raising his voice, and laying his hand on his cutlass; if it were not that the quarrel of my friend craves the precedence, and is in dependence before my own, I would give you to understand I can understand nothing upon your explanation, Captain Craigengelt. Be satisfied of that, and oblige me with your departure. Dn! muttered the bully; and is this the answer which I am to carry back to an honourable message? Tell the Laird of Bucklaw, answered Ravenswood, if you are really sent by him, that, when he sends me his cause of grievance by a person fitting to carry such an errand betwixt him and me, I will either explain it or maintain it. Then, Master, you will at least cause to be returned to Hayston, by my hands, his property which is remaining in your possession. Whatever property Bucklaw may have left behind him, sir, replied the Master, shall be returned to him by my servant, as you do not show me any credentials from him which entitle you to receive it. Well, Master, said Captain Craigengelt, with malice which even his fear of the consequences could not suppress, you have this morning done me an egregious wrong and dishonour, but far more to yourself. A castle indeed! he continued, looking around him; why, this is worse than a coupegorge house, where they receive travellers to plunder them of their property. You insolent rascal, said the Master, raising his cane, and making a grasp at the Captains bridle, if you do not depart without uttering another syllable, I will batoon you to death! At the motion of the Master towards him, the bully turned so rapidly round, that with some difficulty he escaped throwing down his horse, whose hoofs struck fire from the rocky pavement in every direction. Recovering him, however, with the bridle, he pushed for the gate, and rode sharply back again in the direction of the village. As Ravenswood turned round to leave the courtyard after this dialogue, he found that the Lord Keeper had descended from the hall, and witnessed, though at the distance prescribed by politeness, his interview with Craigengelt. I have seen, said the Lord Keeper, that gentlemans face, and at no great distance of time; his name is CraigCraigsomething, is it not? Craigengelt is the fellows name, said the Master, at least that by which he passes at present. Craiginguilt, said Caleb, punning upon the word craig, which in Scotch signifies throat; if he is Craiginguilt just now, he is as likely to be Craiginperil as ony chield I ever saw; the loon has woodie written on his very visnomy, and I wad wager twa and a plack that hemp plaits his cravat yet. You understand physiognomy, good Mr. Caleb, said the Keeper, smiling; I assure you the gentleman has been near such a consummation before now; for I most distinctly recollect that, upon occasion of a journey which I made about a fortnight ago to Edinburgh, I saw Mr. Craigengelt, or whatever is his name, undergo a severe examination before the privy council. Upon what account? said the Master of Ravenswood, with some interest. The question led immediately to a tale which the Lord Keeper had been very anxious to introduce, when he could find a graceful and fitting opportunity. He took hold of the Masters arm, and led him back towards the hall. The answer to your question, he said, though it is a ridiculous business, is only fit for your own ear. As they entered the hall, he again took the Master apart into one of the recesses of the window, where it will be easily believed that Miss Ashton did not venture again to intrude upon their conference. CHAPTER XVII. Here is a father now, Will truck his daughter for a foreign venture, Make her the stopgap to some cankerd feud, Or fling her oer, like Jonah, to the fishes, To appease the sea at highest. ANONYMOUS. The Lord Keeper opened his discourse with an appearance of unconcern, marking, however, very carefully, the effect of his communication upon young Ravenswood. You are aware, he said, my young friend, that suspicion is the natural vice of our unsettled times, and exposes the best and wisest of us to the imposition of artful rascals. If I had been disposed to listen to such the other day, or even if I had been the wily politicians which you have been taught to believe me, you, Master of Ravenswood, instead of being at freedom, and with fully liberty to solicit and act against me as you please, in defence of what you suppose to be your rights, would have been in the Castle of Edinburgh, or some other state prison; or, if you had escaped that destiny, it must have been by flight to a foreign country, and at the risk of a sentence of fugitation. My Lord Keeper, said the Master, I think you would not jest on such a subject; yet it seems impossible you can be in earnest. Innocence, said the Lord Keeper, is also confident, and sometimes, though very excusably, presumptuously so. I do not understand, said Ravenswood, how a consciousness of innocence can be, in any case, accounted presumptuous. Imprudent, at least, it may be called, said Sir William Ashton, since it is apt to lead us into the mistake of supposing that sufficiently evident to others of which, in fact, we are only conscious ourselves. I have known a rogue, for this very reason, make a better defence than an innocent man could have done in the same circumstances of suspicion. Having no consciousness of innocence to support him, such a fellow applies himself to all the advantages which the law will afford him, and sometimesif his counsel be men of talentsucceeds in compelling his judges to receive him as innocent. I remember the celebrated case of Sir Coolie Condiddle of Condiddle, who was tried for theft under trust, of which all the world knew him guilty, and yet was not only acquitted, but lived to sit in judgment on honester folk. Allow me to beg you will return to the point, said the Master; you seemed to say that I had suffered under some suspicion. Suspicion, Master! Ay, truly, and I can show you the proofs of it; if I happen only to have them with me. Here, Lockhard. His attendant came. Fetch me the little private mail with the padlocks, that I recommended to your particular charge, dye hear? Yes, my lord. Lockhard vanished; and the Keeper continued, as if half speaking to himself. I think the papers are with meI think so, for, as I was to be in this country, it was natural for me to bring them with me. I have them, however, at Ravenswood Castle, that I am sure; so perhaps you might condescend Here Lockhard entered, and put the leathern scrutoire, or mailbox, into his hands. The Keeper produced one or two papers, respecting the information laid before the privy council concerning the riot, as it was termed, at the funeral of Allan Lord Ravenswood, and the active share he had himself taken in quashing the proceedings against the Master. These documents had been selected with care, so as to irritate the natural curiosity of Ravenswood upon such a subject, without gratifying it, yet to show that Sir William Ashton had acted upon that trying occasion the part of an advocate and peacemaker betwixt him and the jealous authorities of the day. Having furnished his host with such subjects for examination, the Lord Keeper went to the breakfasttable, and entered into light conversation, addressed partly to old Caleb, whose resentment against the usurper of the Castle of Ravenswood began to be softened by his familiarity, and partly to his daughter. After perusing these papers, the Master of Ravenswood remained for a minute or two with his hand pressed against his brow, in deep and profound meditation. He then again ran his eye hastily over the papers, as if desirous of discovering in them some deep purpose, or some mark of fabrication, which had escaped him at first perusal. Apparently the second reading confirmed the opinion which had pressed upon him at the first, for he started from the stone bench on which he was sitting, and, going to the Lord Keeper, took his hand, and, strongly pressing it, asked his pardon repeatedly for the injustice he had done him, when it appeared he was experiencing, at his hands, the benefit of protection to his person and vindication to his character. The statesman received these acknowledgments at first with wellfeigned surprise, and then with an affectation of frank cordiality. The tears began already to start from Lucys blue eyes at viewing this unexpected and moving scene. To see the Master, late so haughty and reserved, and whom she had always supposed the injured person, supplicating her father for forgiveness, was a change at once surprising, flattering, and affecting. Dry your eyes, Lucy, said her father; why should you weep, because your father, though a lawyer, is discovered to be a fair and honourable man? What have you to thank me for, my dear Master, he continued, addressing Ravenswood, that you would not have done in my case? Suum cuique tribuito, was the Roman justice, and I learned it when I studied Justinian. Besides, have you not overpaid me a thousand times, in saving the life of this dear child? Yes, answered the Master, in all the remorse of selfaccusation; but the little service I did was an act of mere brutal instinct; your defence of my cause, when you knew how ill I thought of you, and how much I was disposed to be your enemy, was an act of generous, manly, and considerate wisdom. Pshaw! said the Lord Keeper, each of us acted in his own way; you as a gallant soldier, I as an upright judge and privycouncillor. We could not, perhaps, have changed parts; at least I should have made a very sorry Tauridor, and you, my good Master, though your cause is so excellent, might have pleaded it perhaps worse yourself than I who acted for you before the council. My generous friend! said Ravenswood; and with that brief word, which the Keeper had often lavished upon him, but which he himself now pronounced for the first time, he gave to his feudal enemy the full confidence of an haughty but honourable heart. The Master had been remarked among his contemporaries for sense and acuteness, as well as for his reserved, pertinacious, and irascible character. His prepossessions accordingly, however obstinate, were of a nature to give way before love and gratitude; and the real charms of the daughter, joined to the supposed services of the father, cancelled in his memory the vows of vengeance which he had taken so deeply on the eve of his fathers funeral. But they had been heard and registered in the book of fate. Caleb was present at this extraordinary scene, and he could conceive no other reason for a proceeding so extraordinary than an alliance betwixt the houses, and Ravenswood Castle assigned for the young ladys dowry. As for Lucy, when Ravenswood uttered the most passionate excuses for his ungrateful negligence, she could but smile through her tears, and, as she abandoned her hand to him, assure him, in broken accents, of the delight with which she beheld the complete reconciliation between her father and her deliverer. Even the statesman was moved and affected by the fiery, unreserved, and generous selfabandonment with which the Master of Ravenswood renounced his feudal enmity, and threw himself without hesitation upon his forgiveness. His eyes glistened as he looked upon a couple who were obviously becoming attached, and who seemed made for each other. He thought how high the proud and chivalrous character of Ravenswood might rise under many circumstances in which he found himself overcrowed, to use a phrase of Spenser, and kept under, by his brief pedigree, and timidity of disposition. Then his daughterhis favorite childhis constant playmateseemed formed to live happy in a union with such a commanding spirit as Ravenswood; and even the fine, delicate, fragile form of Lucy Ashton seemed to require the support of the Masters muscular strength and masculine character. And it was not merely during a few minutes that Sir William Ashton looked upon their marriage as a probable and even desirable event, for a full hour intervened ere his imagination was crossed by recollection of the Masters poverty, and the sure displeasure of Lady Ashton. It is certain, that the very unusual flow of kindly feeling with which the Lord Keeper had been thus surprised, was one of the circumstances which gave much tacit encouragement to the attachment between the Master and his daughter, and led both the lovers distinctly to believe that it was a connexion which would be most agreeable to him. He himself was supposed to have admitted this in effect, when, long after the catastrophe of their love, he used to warn his hearers against permitting their feelings to obtain an ascendency over their judgment, and affirm, that the greatest misfortune of his life was owing to a very temporary predominance of sensibility over selfinterest. It must be owned, if such was the case, he was long and severely punished for an offence of very brief duration. After some pause, the Lord Keeper resumed the conversation. In your surprise at finding me an honester man than you expected, you have lost your curiosity about this Craigengelt, my good Master; and yet your name was brought in, in the course of that matter too. The scoundrel! said Ravenswood. My connexion with him was of the most temporary nature possible; and yet I was very foolish to hold any communication with him at all. What did he say of me? Enough, said the Keeper, to excite the very loyal terrors of some of our sages, who are for proceeding against men on the mere grounds of suspicion or mercenary information. Some nonsense about your proposing to enter into the service of France, or of the Pretender, I dont recollect which, but which the Marquis of A, one of your best friends, and another person, whom some call one of your worst and most interested enemies, could not, somehow, be brought to listen to. I am obliged to my honourable friend; and yet, shaking the Lord Keepers handand yet I am still more obliged to my honourable enemy. Inimicus amicissimus, said the Lord Keeper, returning the pressure; but this gentlemanthis Mr. Hayston of BucklawI am afraid the poor young manI heard the fellow mention his nameis under very bad guidance. He is old enough to govern himself, answered the Master. Old enough, perhaps, but scarce wise enough, if he has chosen this fellow for his fidus Achates. Why, he lodged an information against himthat is, such a consequence might have ensued from his examination, had we not looked rather at the character of the witness than the tenor of his evidence. Mr. Hayston of Bucklaw, said the master, is, I believe, a most honourable man, and capable of nothing that is mean or disgraceful. Capable of much that is unreasonable, though; that you must needs allow, master. Death will soon put him in possession of a fair estate, if he hath it not already; old Lady Girningtonan excellent person, excepting that her inveterate illnature rendered her intolerable to the whole worldis probably dead by this time. Six heirs portioners have successively died to make her wealthy. I know the estates well; they march with my owna noble property. I am glad of it, said Ravenswood, and should be more so, were I confident that Bucklaw would change his company and habits with his fortunes. This appearance of Craigengelt, acting in the capacity of his friend, is a most vile augury for his future respectability. He is a bird of evil omen, to be sure, said the Keeper, and croaks of jail and gallowstree. But I see Mr. Caleb grows impatient for our return to breakfast. CHAPTER XVIII. Sir, stay at home and take an old mans counsel; Seek not to bask you by a strangers hearth; Our own blue smoke is warmer than their fire. Domestic food is wholesome, though tis homely, And foreign dainties poisonous, though tasteful. The French Courtezan. The Master of Ravenswood took an opportunity to leave his guests to prepare for their departure, while he himself made the brief arrangements necessary previous to his absence from Wolfs Crag for a day or two. It was necessary to communicate with Caleb on this occasion, and he found that faithful servitor in his sooty and ruinous den, greatly delighted with the departure of their visitors, and computing how long, with good management, the provisions which had been unexpended might furnish the Masters table. Hes nae belly god, thats ae blessing; and Bucklaws gane, that could have eaten a horse behind the saddle. Cresses or waterpurpie, and a bit aitcake, can serve the Master for breakfast as weel as Caleb. Then for dinnertheres no muckle left on the spulebane; it will brander, thoughit will brander very weel. His triumphant calculations were interrupted by the Master, who communicated to him, not without some hesitation, his purpose to ride with the Lord Keeper as far as Ravenswood Castle, and to remain there for a day or two. The mercy of Heaven forbid! said the old servingman, turning as pal as the tablecloth which he was folding up. And why, Caleb? said his masterwhy should the mercy of Heaven forbid my returning the Lord Keepers visit? Oh, sir! replied Caleboh, Mr. Edgar! I am your servant, and it ill becomes me to speak; but I am an auld servanthave served baith your father and gudesire, and mind to have seen Lord Randal, your greatgrandfather, but that was when I was a bairn. And what of all this, Balderstone? said the Master; what can it possibly have to do with my paying some ordinary civility to a neighbour. Oh, Mr. Edgar,that is, my lord! answered the butler, your ain conscience tells you it isna for your fathers son to be neighbouring wi the like o him; it isna for the credit of the family. An he were ance come to terms, and to gie ye back your ain, een though ye suld honour his house wi your alliance, I suldna say na; for the young leddy is a winsome sweet creature. But keep your ain state wi themI ken the race o them weelthey will think the mair o ye. Why, now, you go father than I do, Caleb, said the Master, drowning a certain degree of consciousness in a forced laugh; you are for marrying me into a family that you will not allow me to visit, how this? and you look as pale as death besides. Oh, sir, repeated Caleb again, you would but laugh if I tauld it; but Thomas the Rhymer, whose tongue couldna be fause, spoke the word of your house that will een prove ower true if you go to Ravenswood this day. Oh, that it should eer have been fulfilled in my time! And what is it, Caleb? said Ravenswood, wishing to soothe the fears of his old servant. Caleb replied He had never repeated the lines to living mortal; they were told to him by an auld priest that had been confessor to Lord Allans father when the family were Catholic. But mony a time, he said, I hae soughed thae dark words ower to myself, and, welladay! little did I think of their coming round this day. Truce with your nonsense, and let me hear the doggerel which has put it into your head, said the Master, impatiently. With a quivering voice, and a cheek pale with apprehension, Caleb faltered out the following lines When the last Laird of Ravenswood to Ravenswood shall ride, And woo a dead maiden to be his bride, He shall stable his steed in the Kelpies flow, And his name shall be lost for evermoe! I know the Kelpies flow well enough, said the Master; I suppose, at least, you mean the quicksand betwixt this tower and Wolfs Hope; but why any man in his senses should stable a steed there Oh, ever speer ony thing about that, sirGod forbid we should ken what the prophecy meansbut just bide you at hame, and let the strangers ride to Ravenswood by themselves. We have done eneugh for them; and to do mair would be mair against the credit of the family than in its favour. Well, Caleb, said the Master, I give you the best possible credit for your good advice on this occasion; but as I do not go to Ravenswood to seek a bride, dead or alive, I hope I shall choose a better stable for my horse than the Kelpies quicksand, and especially as I have always had a particular dread of it since the patrol of dragoons were lost there ten years since. My father and I saw them from the tower struggling against the advancing tide, and they were lost long before any help could reach them. And they deserved it weel, the southern loons! said Caleb; what had they ado capering on our sands, and hindering a wheen honest folk frae bringing on shore a drap brandy? I hae seen them that busy, that I wad hae fired the auld culverin or the demisaker thats on the south bartizan at them, only I was feared they might burst in the ganging aff. Calebs brain was now fully engaged with abuse of the English soldiery and excisemen, so that his master found no great difficulty in escaping from him and rejoining his guests. All was now ready for their departure; and one of the Lord Keepers grooms having saddled the Masters steed, they mounted in the courtyard. Caleb had, with much toil, opened the double doors of the outward gate, and thereat stationed himself, endeavouring, by the reverential, and at the same time consequential, air which he assumed, to supply, by his own gaunt, wasted, and thin person, the absence of a whole baronial establishment of porters, warders, and liveried menials. The Keeper returned his deep reverence with a cordial farewell, stooping at the same time from his horse, and sliding into the butlers hand the remuneration which in those days was always given by a departing guest to the domestics of the family where he had been entertained. Lucy smiled on the old man with her usual sweetness, bade him adieu, and deposited her guerdon with a grace of action and a gentleness of accent which could not have failed to have won the faithful retainers heart, but for Thomas the Rhymer, and the successful lawsuit against his master. As it was, he might have adopted the language of the Duke in As You Like It Thou wouldst have better pleased me with this deed, If thou hadst told me of another father. Ravenswood was at the ladys bridlerein, encouraging her timidity, and guiding her horse carefully down the rocky path which led to the moor, when one of the servants announced from the rear that Caleb was calling loudly after them, desiring to speak with his master. Ravenswood felt it would look singular to neglect this summons, although inwardly cursing Caleb for his impertinent officiousness; therefore he was compelled to relinquish to Mr. Lockhard the agreeable duty in which he was engaged, and to ride back to the gate of the courtyard. Here he was beginning, somewhat peevishly, to ask Caleb the cause of his clamour, when the good old man exclaimed Whisht, sir!whisht, and let me speak just ae word that I couldna say afore folk; there (putting into his lords hand the money he had just received)theres three gowd pieces; and yell want siller upbye yonder.


But stay, whisht, now! for the Master was beginning to exclaim against this transference, never say a word, but just see to get them changed in the first town ye ride through, for they are bran new frae the mint, and kenspeckle a wee bit. You forget, Caleb, said his master, striving to force back the money on his servant, and extricate the bridle from his holdyou forget that I have some gold pieces left of my own. Keep these to yourself, my old friend; and, once more, good day to you. I assure you, I have plenty. You know you have managed that our living should cost us little or nothing. Aweel, said Caleb, these will serve for you another time; but see ye hae eneugh, for, doubtless, for the credit of the family, there maun be some civility to the servants, and ye maun hae something to mak a show with when they say, Master, will you bet a broad piece? Then ye maun tak out your purse, and say, I carena if I do; and tak care no to agree on the articles of the wager, and just put up your purse again, and This is intolerable, Caleb; I really must be gone. And you will go, then? said Caleb, loosening his hold upon the Masters cloak, and changing his didactics into a pathetic and mournful toneand you will go, for a I have told you about the prophecy, and the dead bride, and the Kelpies quicksand? Aweel! a wilful man maun hae his way he that will to Cupar maun to Cupar. But pity of your life, sir, if ye be fowling or shooting in the Park, beware of drinking at the Mermaidens WellHes gane! hes down the path arrowflight after her! The head is as clean taen aff the Ravenswood family this day as I wad chap the head aff a sybo! The old butler looked long after his master, often clearing away the dew as it rose to his eyes, that he might, as long as possible, distinguish his stately form from those of the other horsemen. Close to her bridlereinay, close to her bridlerein! Wisely saith the holy man, By this also you may know that woman hath dominion over all men; and without this lass would not our ruin have been athegither fulfilled. With a heart fraught with such sad auguries did Caleb return to his necessary duties at Wolfs Crag, as soon as he could no longer distinguish the object of his anxiety among the group of riders, which diminished in the distance. In the mean time the party pursued their route joyfully. Having once taken his resolution, the Master of Ravenswood was not of a character to hesitate or pause upon it. He abandoned himself to the pleasure he felt in Miss Ashtons company, and displayed an assiduous gallantry which approached as nearly to gaiety as the temper of his mind and state of his family permitted. The Lord Keeper was much struck with his depth of observation, and the unusual improvement which he had derived from his studies. Of these accomplishments Sir William Ashtons profession and habits of society rendered him an excellent judge; and he well knew how to appreciate a quality to which he himself was a total strangerthe brief and decided dauntlessness of the Master of Ravenswoods fear. In his heart the Lord Keeper rejoiced at having conciliated an adversary so formidable, while, with a mixture of pleasure and anxiety, he anticipated the great things his young companion might achieve, were the breath of courtfavour to fill his sails. What could she desire, he thought, his mind always conjuring up opposition in the person of Lady Ashton to his new prevailing wishwhat could a woman desire in a match more than the sopiting of a very dangerous claim, and the alliance of a soninlaw, noble, brave, wellgifted, and highly connected; sure to float whenever the tide sets his way; strong, exactly where we are weak, in pedigree and in the temper of a swordsman? Sure, no reasonable woman would hesitate. But alas! Here his argument was stopped by the consciousness that Lady Ashton was not always reasonable, in his sense of the word. To prefer some clownish Merse laird to the gallant young nobleman, and to the secure possession of Ravenswood upon terms of easy compromiseit would be the act of a madwoman! Thus pondered the veteran politician, until they reached Bittlebrains House, where it had been previously settled they were to dine and repose themselves, and prosecute their journey in the afternoon. They were received with an excess of hospitality; and the most marked attention was offered to the Master of Ravenswood, in particular, by their noble entertainers. The truth was, that Lord Bittlebrains had obtained his peerage by a good deal of plausibility, an art of building up a character for wisdom upon a very trite style of commonplace eloquence, a steady observation of the changes of the times, and the power of rendering certain political services to those who could best reward them. His lady and he, not feeling quite easy under their new honours, to which use had not adapted their feelings, were very desirous to procure the fraternal countenance of those who were born denizens of the regions into which they had been exalted from a lower sphere. The extreme attention which they paid to the Master of Ravenswood had its usual effect in exalting his importance in the eyes of the Lord Keeper, who, although he had a reasonable degree of contempt for Lord Bittlebrainss general parts, entertained a high opinion of the acuteness of his judgment in all matters of selfinterest. I wish Lady Ashton had seen this, was his internal reflection; no man knows so well as Bittlebrains on which side his bread is buttered; and he fawns on the Master like a beggars messan on a cook. And my lady, too, bringing forward her beetlebrowed misses to skirl and play upon the virginals, as if she said, Pick and choose. They are no more comparable to Lucy than an owl is to a cygnet, and so they may carry their black brows to a farther market. The entertainment being ended, our travellers, who had still to measure the longest part of their journey, resumed their horses; and after the Lord Keeper, the Master, and the domestics had drunk dochandorroch, or the stirrupcup, in the liquors adapted to their various ranks, the cavalcade resumed its progress. It was dark by the time they entered the avenue of Ravenswood Castle, a long straight line leading directly to the front of the house, flanked with huge elmtrees, which sighed to the nightwind, as if they compassionated the heir of their ancient proprietors, who now returned to their shades in the society, and almost in the retinue, of their new master. Some feelings of the same kind oppressed the mind of the Master himself. He gradually became silent, and dropped a little behind the lady, at whose bridlerein he had hitherto waited with such devotion. He well recollected the period when, at the same hour in the evening, he had accompanied his father, as that nobleman left, never again to return to it, the mansion from which he derived his name and title. The extensive front of the old castle, on which he remembered having often looked back, was then as black as mourning weed. The same front now glanced with many lights, some throwing far forward into the night a fixed and stationary blaze, and others hurrying from one window to another, intimating the bustle and busy preparation preceding their arrival, which had been intimated by an avantcourier. The contrast pressed so strongly upon the Masters heart as to awaken some of the sterner feelings with which he had been accustomed to regard the new lord of his paternal domain, and to impress his countenance with an air of severe gravity, when, alighted from his horse, he stood in the hall no longer his own, surrounded by the numerous menials of its present owner. The Lord Keeper, when about to welcome him with the cordiality which their late intercourse seemed to render proper, became aware of the change, refrained from his purpose, and only intimated the ceremony of reception by a deep reverence to his guest, seeming thus delicately to share the feelings which predominated on his brow. Two upper domestics, bearing each a huge pair of silver candlesticks, now marshalled the company into a large saloon, or withdrawingroom, where new alterations impressed upon Ravenswood the superior wealth of the present inhabitants of the castle. The mouldering tapestry, which, in his fathers time, had half covered the walls of this stately apartment, and half streamed from them in tatters, had given place to a complete finishing of wainscot, the cornice of which, as well as the frames of the various compartments, were ornamented with festoons of flowers and with birds, which, though carved in oak, seemed, such was the art of the chisel, actually to swell their throats and flutter their wings. Several old family portraits of armed heroes of the house of Ravenswood, together with a suit or two of old armour and some military weapons, had given place to those of King William and Queen Mary, or Sir Thomas Hope and Lord Stair, two distinguished Scottish lawyers. The pictures of the Lord Keepers father and mother were also to be seen; the latter, sour, shrewish, and solemn, in her black hood and close pinners, with a book of devotion in her hand; the former, exhibiting beneath a black silk Geneva cowl, or skullcap, which sate as close to the head as if it had been shaven, a pinched, peevish, Puritanical set of features, terminating in a hungry, reddish, peaked beard, forming on the whole a countenance in the expression of which the hypocrite seemed to contend with the miser and the knave. And it is to make room for such scarecrows as these, thought Ravenswood, that my ancestors have been torn down from the walls which they erected! he looked at them again, and, as he looked, the recollection of Lucy Ashton, for she had not entered the apartment with them, seemed less lively in his imagination. There were also two or three Dutch drolleries, as the pictures of Ostade and Teniers were then termed, with one good painting of the Italian school. There was, besides, a noble fulllength of the Lord Keeper in his robes of office, placed beside his lady in silk and ermine, a haughty beauty, bearing in her looks all the pride of the house of Douglas, from which she was descended. The painter, notwithstanding his skill, overcome by the reality, or, perhaps, from a suppressed sense of humour, had not been able to give the husband on the canvas that air of awful rule and right supremacy which indicates the full possession of domestic authority. It was obvious at the first glance that, despite mace and gold frogs, the Lord Keeper was somewhat henpecked. The floor of this fine saloon was laid with rich carpets, huge fires blazed in the double chimneys, and ten silver sconces, reflecting with their bright plates the lights which they supported, made the whole seem as brilliant as day. Would you choose any refreshment, Master? said Sir William Ashton, not unwilling to break the awkward silence. Illustration He received no answer, the Master being so busily engaged in marking the various changes which had taken place in the apartment, that he hardly heard the Lord Keeper address him. A repetition of the offer of refreshment, with the addition, that the family meal would be presently ready, compelled his attention, and reminded him that he acted a weak, perhaps even a ridiculous, part in suffering himself to be overcome by the circumstances in which he found himself. He compelled himself, therefore, to enter into conversation with Sir William Ashton, with as much appearance of indifference as he could well command. You will not be surprised, Sir William, that I am interested in the changes you have made for the better in this apartment. In my fathers time, after our misfortunes compelled him to live in retirement, it was little used, except by me as a playroom, when the weather would not permit me to go abroad. In that recess was my little workshop, where I treasured the few carpenters tools which old Caleb procured for me, and taught me how to use; there, in yonder corner, under that handsome silver sconce, I kept my fishingrods and hunting poles, bows and arrows. I have a young birkie, said the Lord Keeper, willing to change the tone of the conversation, of much the same turn. He is never happy save when he is in the field. I wonder he is not here. Here, Lockhard; send William Shaw for Mr. Henry. I suppose he is, as usual, tied to Lucys apronstring; that foolish girl, Master, draws the whole family after her at her pleasure. Even this allusion to his daughter, though artfully thrown out, did not recall Ravenswood from his own topic. We were obliged to leave, he said, some armour and portraits in this apartment; may I ask where they have been removed to? Why, answered the Keeper, with some hesitation, the room was fitted up in our absence, and cedant arma tog is the maxim of lawyers, you know I am afraid it has been here somewhat too literally complied with. I hopeI believe they are safe, I am sure I gave orders; may I hope that when they are recovered, and put in proper order, you will do me the honour to accept them at my hand, as an atonement for their accidental derangement? The Master of Ravenswood bowed stiffly, and, with folded arms, again resumed his survey of the room. Henry, a spoilt boy of fifteen, burst into the room, and ran up to his father. Think of Lucy, papa; she has come home so cross and so fractious, that she will not go down to the stable to see my new pony, that Bob Wilson brought from the Mull of Galloway. I think you were very unreasonable to ask her, said the Keeper. Then you are as cross as she is, answered the boy; but when mamma comes home, shell claw up both your mittens. Hush your impertinence, you little forward imp! said his father; where is your tutor? Gone to a wedding at Dunbar; I hope hell get a haggis to his dinner; and he began to sing the old Scottish song There was a haggis in Dunbar, Fal de ral, c. Mony better and few waur, Fal de ral, c. I am much obliged to Mr. Cordery for his attentions, said the Lord Keeper; and pray who has had the charge of you while I was away, Mr. Henry? Norman and Bob Wilson, forbye my own self. A groom and a gamekeeper, and your own silly selfproper guardians for a young advocate! Why, you will never know any statutes but those against shooting reddeer, killing salmon, and And speaking of redgame, said the young scapegrace, interrupting his father without scruple or hesitation, Norman has shot a buck, and I showed the branches to Lucy, and she says they have but eight tynes; and she says that you killed a deer with Lord Bittlebrainss hounds, when you were west away, and, do you know, she says it had ten tynes; is it true? It may have had twenty, Henry, for what I know; but if you go to that gentleman, he can tell you all about it. Go speak to him, Henry; it is the Master of Ravenswood. While they conversed thus, the father and son were standing by the fire; and the Master, having walked towards the upper end of the apartment, stood with his back towards them, apparently engaged in examining one of the paintings. The boy ran up to him, and pulled him by the skirt of the coat with the freedom of a spoilt child, saying, I say, sir, if you please to tell me but when the Master turned round, and Henry saw his face, he became suddenly and totally disconcerted; walked two or three steps backward, and still gazed on Ravenswood with an air of fear and wonder, which had totally banished from his features their usual expression of pert vivacity. Come to me, young gentleman, said the Master, and I will tell you all I know about the hunt. Go to the gentleman, Henry, said his father; you are not used to be so shy. But neither invitation nor exhortation had any effect on the boy. On the contrary, he turned round as soon as he had completed his survey of the Master, and walking as cautiously as if he had been treading upon eggs, he glided back to his father, and pressed as close to him as possible. Ravenswood, to avoid hearing the dispute betwixt the father and the overindulged boy, thought it most polite to turn his face once more towards the pictures, and pay no attention to what they said. Why do you not speak to the Master, you little fool? said the Lord Keeper. I am afraid, said Henry, in a very low tone of voice. Afraid, you goose! said his father, giving him a slight shake by the collar. What makes you afraid? What makes him to like the picture of Sir Malise Ravenswood then? said the boy, whispering. What picture, you natural? said his father. I used to think you only a scapegrace, but I believe you will turn out a born idiot. I tell you, it is the picture of old Malise of Ravenswood, and he is as like it as if he had loupen out of the canvas; and it is up in the old barons hall that the maids launder the clothes in; and it has armour, and not a coat like the gentleman; and he has not a beard and whiskers like the picture; and it has another kind of thing about the throat, and no bandstrings as he has; and And why should not the gentleman be like his ancestor, you silly boy? said the Lord Keeper. Ay; but if he is come to chase us all out of the castle, said the boy, and has twenty men at his back in disguise; and is come to say, with a hollow voice, I bide my time; and is to kill you on the hearth as Malise did the other man, and whose blood is still to be seen! Hush! nonsense! said the Lord Keeper, not himself much pleased to hear these disagreeable coincidences forced on his notice. Master, here comes Lockhard to say supper is served. And, at the same instant, Lucy entered at another door, having changed her dress since her return. The exquisite feminine beauty of her countenance, now shaded only by a profusion of sunny tresses; the sylphlike form, disencumbered of her heavy ridingskirt and mantled in azure silk; the grace of her manner and of her smile, cleared, with a celerity which surprised the Master himself, all the gloomy and unfavourable thoughts which had for some time overclouded his fancy. In those features, so simply sweet, he could trace no alliance with the pinched visage of the peakbearded, blackcapped Puritan, or his starched, withered spouse, with the craft expressed in the Lord Keepers countenance, or the haughtiness which predominated in that of his lady; and, while he gazed on Lucy Ashton, she seemed to be an angel descended on earth, unallied to the coarser mortals among whom she deigned to dwell for a season. Such is the power of beauty over a youthful and enthusiastic fancy. CHAPTER XIX. I do too ill in this, And must not think but that a parents plaint Will move the heavens to pour forth misery Upon the head of disobediency. Yet reason tells us, parents are oerseen, When with too strict a rein they do hold in Their childs affection, and control that love, Which the high powers divine inspire them with. The Hog hath lost his Pearl. The feast of Ravenswood Castle was as remarkable for its profusion as that of Wolfs Crag had been for its illveiled penury. The Lord Keeper might feel internal pride at the contrast, but he had too much tact to suffer it to appear. On the contrary, he seemed to remember with pleasure what he called Mr. Balderstones bachelors meal, and to be rather disgusted than pleased with the display upon his own groaning board. We do these things, he said, because others do them; but I was bred a plain man at my fathers frugal table, and I should like well would my wife and family permit me to return to my sowens and my poormanofmutton. This was a little overstretched. The Master only answered, That different ranksI mean, said he, correcting himself, different degrees of wealth require a different style of housekeeping. This dry remark put a stop to further conversation on the subject, nor is it necessary to record that which was substituted in its place. The evening was spent with freedom, and even cordiality; and Henry had so far overcome his first apprehensions, that he had settled a party for coursing a stag with the representative and living resemblance of grim Sir Malise of Ravenswood, called the Revenger. The next morning was the appointed time. It rose upon active sportsmen and successful sport. The banquet came in course; and a pressing invitation to tarry yet another day was given and accepted. This Ravenswood had resolved should be the last of his stay; but he recollected he had not yet visited the ancient and devoted servant of his house, Old Alice, and it was but kind to dedicate one morning to the gratification of so ancient an adherent. To visit Alice, therefore, a day was devoted, and Lucy was the Masters guide upon the way. Henry, it is true, accompanied them, and took from their walk the air of a ttette, while, in reality, it was little else, considering the variety of circumstances which occurred to prevent the boy from giving the least attention to what passed between his companions. Now a rook settled on a branch within shot; anon a hare crossed their path, and Henry and his greyhound went astray in pursuit of it; then he had to hold a long conversation with the forester, which detained him a while behind his companions; and again he went to examine the earth of a badger, which carried him on a good way before them. The conversation betwixt the Master and his sister, meanwhile, took an interesting, and almost a confidential, turn. She could not help mentioning her sense of the pain he must feel in visiting scenes so well known to him, bearing now an aspect so different; and so gently was her sympathy expressed, that Ravenswood felt it for a moment as a full requital of all his misfortunes. Some such sentiment escaped him, which Lucy heard with more of confusion than displeasure; and she may be forgiven the imprudence of listening to such language, considering that the situation in which she was placed by her father seemed to authorise Ravenswood to use it. Yet she made an effort to turn the conversation, and she succeeded; for the Master also had advanced farther than he intended, and his conscience had instantly checked him when he found himself on the verge of speaking of love to the daughter of Sir William Ashton. They now approached the hut of Old Alice, which had of late been rendered more comfortable, and presented an appearance less picturesque, perhaps, but far neater than before. The old woman was on her accustomed seat beneath the weeping birch, basking, with the listless enjoyment of age and infirmity, in the beams of the autumn sun. At the arrival of her visitors she turned her head towards them. I hear your step, Miss Ashton, she said, but the gentleman who attends you is not my lord, your father. And why should you think so, Alice? said Lucy; or how is it possible for you to judge so accurately by the sound of a step, on this firm earth, and in the open air? My hearing, my child, has been sharpened by my blindness, and I can now draw conclusions from the slightest sounds, which formerly reached my ears as unheeded as they now approach yours. Necessity is a stern but an excellent schoolmistress, and she that has lost her sight must collect her information from other sources. Well, you hear a mans step, I grant it, said Lucy; but why, Alice, may it not be my fathers? The pace of age, my love, is timid and cautious the foot takes leave of the earth slowly, and is planted down upon it with hesitation; it is the hasty and determined step of youth that I now hear, andcould I give credit to so strange a thoughtI should say is was the step of a Ravenswood. This is indeed, said Ravenswood, an acuteness of organ which I could not have credited had I not witnessed it. I am indeed the Master of Ravenswood, Alice,the son of your old master. You! said the old woman, with almost a scream of surpriseyou the Master of Ravenswoodherein this place, and thus accompanied! I cannot believe it. Let me pass my old hand over your face, that my touch may bear witness to my ears. The Master sate down beside her on the earthen bank, and permitted her to touch his features with her trembling hand. It is indeed! she saidit is the features as well as the voice of Ravenswoodthe high lines of pride, as well as the bold and haughty tone. But what do you here, Master of Ravenswood?what do you in your enemys domain, and in company with his child? As Old Alice spoke, her face kindled, as probably that of an ancient feudal vassal might have done in whose presence his youthful liegelord had showed some symptom of degenerating from the spirit of his ancestors. The Master of Ravenswood, said Lucy, who liked not the tone of this expostulation, and was desirous to abridge it, is upon a visit to my father. Indeed! said the old blind woman, in an accent of surprise. I knew, continued Lucy, I should do him a pleasure by conducting him to your cottage. Where, to say the truth, Alice, said Ravenswood, I expected a more cordial reception. It is most wonderful! said the old woman, muttering to herself; but the ways of Heaven are not like our ways, and its judgments are brought about by means far beyond our fathoming. Hearken, young man, she said; your fathers were implacable, but they were honourable, foes; they sought not to ruin their enemies under the mask of hospitality. What have you to do with Lucy Ashton? why should your steps move in the same footpath with hers? why should your voice sound in the same chord and time with those of Sir William Ashtons daughter? Young man, he who aims at revenge by dishonourable means Be silent, woman! said Ravenswood, sternly; is it the devil that prompts your voice? Know that this young lady has not on earth a friend who would venture farther to save her from injury or from insult. And is it even so? said the old woman, in an altered but melancholy tone, then God help you both! Amen! Alice, said Lucy, who had not comprehended the import of what the blind woman had hinted, and send you your senses, Alice, and your good humour. If you hold this mysterious language, instead of welcoming your friends, they will think of you as other people do. And how do other people think? said Ravenswood, for he also began to believe the old woman spoke with incoherence. They think, said Henry Ashton, who came up at that moment, and whispered into Ravenswoods ear, that she is a witch, that should have been burned with them that suffered at Haddington. What is it you say? said Alice, turning towards the boy, her sightless visage inflamed with passion; that I am a witch, and ought to have suffered with the helpless old wretches who were murdered at Haddington? Hear to that now, again whispered Henry, and me whispering lower than a wren cheeps! If the usurer, and the oppressor, and the grinder of the poor mans face, and the remover of ancient landmarks, and the subverter of ancient houses, were at the same stake with me, I could say, Light the fire, in Gods name! This is dreadful, said Lucy; I have never seen the poor deserted woman in this state of mind; but age and poverty can ill bear reproach. Come, Henry, we will leave her for the present; she wishes to speak with the Master alone. We will walk homeward, and rest us, she added, looking at Ravenswood, by the Mermaidens Well. And Alice, said the boy, if you know of any hare that comes through among the deer, and makes them drop their calves out of season, you may tell her, with my compliments to command, that if Norman has not got a silver bullet ready for her, Ill lend him one of my doubletbuttons on purpose. Alice made no answer till she was aware that the sister and brother were out of hearing. She then said to Ravenswood And you, too, are angry with me for my love? It is just that strangers should be offended, but you, too, are angry! I am not angry, Alice, said the Master, only surprised that you, whose good sense I have heard so often praised, should give way to offensive and unfounded suspicions. Offensive! said Alice. Ay, trust is ever offensive; but, surely, not unfounded. I tell you, dame, most groundless, replied Ravenswood. Then the world has changed its wont, and the Ravenswoods their hereditary temper, and the eyes of Old Alices understanding are yet more blind than those of her countenance. When did a Ravenswood seek the house of his enemy but with the purpose of revenge? and hither are you come, Edgar Ravenswood, either in fatal anger or in still more fatal love. In neither, said Ravenswood, I give you mine honourI mean, I assure you. Alice could not see his blushing cheek, but she noticed his hesitation, and that he retracted the pledge which he seemed at first disposed to attach to his denial. It is so, then, she said, and therefore she is to tarry by the Mermaidens Well! Often has it been called a place fatal to the race of Ravenswoodoften has it proved so; but never was it likely to verify old sayings as much as on this day. You drive me to madness, Alice, said Ravenswood; you are more silly and more superstitious than old Balderstone. Are you such a wretched Christian as to suppose I would in the present day levy war against the Ashton family, as was the sanguinary custom in elder times? or do you suppose me so foolish, that I cannot walk by a young ladys side without plunging headlong in love with her? My thoughts, replied Alice, are my own; and if my mortal sight is closed to objects present with me, it may be I can look with more steadiness into future events. Are you prepared to sit lowest at the board which was once your fathers own, unwillingly, as a connexion and ally of his proud successor? Are you ready to live on his bounty; to follow him in the byepaths of intrigue and chicane, which none can better point out to you; to gnaw the bones of his prey when he has devoured the substance? Can you say as Sir William Ashton says, think as he thinks, vote as he votes, and call your fathers murderer your worshipful fatherinlaw and revered patron? Master of Ravenswood, I am the eldest servant of your house, and I would rather see you shrouded and coffined! The tumult in Ravenswoods mind was uncommonly great; she struck upon and awakened a chord which he had for some time successfully silenced. He strode backwards and forwards through the little garden with a hasty pace; and at length checking himself, and stopping right opposite to Alice, he exclaimed Woman! on the verge of the grave, dare you urge the son of your master to blood and to revenge? God forbid! said Alice, solemnly; and therefore I would have you depart these fatal bounds, where your love, as well as your hatred, threatens sure mischief, or at least disgrace, both to yourself and others. I would shield, were it in the power of this withered hand, the Ashtons from you, and you from them, and both from their own passions. You can have nothingought to have nothing, in common with them. Begone from among them; and if God has destined vengeance on the oppressors house, do not you be the instrument. I will think on what you have said, Alice, said Ravenswood, more composedly. I believe you mean truly and faithfully by me, but you urge the freedom of an ancient domestic somewhat too far. But farewell; and if Heaven afford me better means, I will not fail to contribute to your comfort. He attempted to put a piece of gold into her hand, which she refused to receive; and, in the slight struggle attending his wish to force it upon her, it dropped to the earth. Let it remain an instant on the ground, said Alice, as the Master stooped to raise it; and believe me, that piece of gold is an emblem of her whom you love; she is as precious, I grant, but you must stoop even to abasement before you can win her. For me, I have as little to do with gold as with earthly passions; and the best news that the world has in store for me is, that Edgar Ravenswood is an hundred miles distant from the seat of his ancestors, with the determination never again to behold it.


Alice, said the Master, who began to think this earnestness had some more secret cause than arose from anything that the blind woman could have gathered from this casual visit, I have heard you praised by my mother for your sense, acuteness, and fidelity; you are no fool to start at shadows, or to dread old superstitious saws, like Caleb Balderstone; tell me distinctly where my danger lies, if you are aware of any which is tending towards me. If I know myself, I am free from all such views respecting Miss Ashton as you impute to me. I have necessary business to settle with Sir William; that arranged, I shall depart, and with as little wish, as you may easily believe, to return to a place full of melancholy subjects of reflection, as you have to see me here. Alice bent her sightless eyes on the ground, and was for some time plunged in deep meditation. I will speak the truth, she said at length, raising up her headI will tell you the source of my apprehensions, whether my candour be for good or for evil. Lucy Ashton loves you, Lord of Ravenswood! It is impossible, said the Master. A thousand circumstances have proved it to me, replied the blind woman. Her thoughts have turned on no one else since you saved her from death, and that my experienced judgment has won from her own conversation. Having told you thisif you are indeed a gentleman and your fathers sonyou will make it a motive for flying from her presence. Her passion will die like a lamp for want of that the flame should feed upon; but, if you remain here, her destruction, or yours, or that of both, will be the inevitable consequence of her misplaced attachment. I tell you this secret unwillingly, but it could not have been hid long from your own observation, and it is better you learn it from mine. Depart, Master of Ravenswood; you have my secret. If you remain an hour under Sir William Ashtons roof without the resolution to marry his daughter, you are a villain; if with the purpose of allying yourself with kin, you are an infatuated and predestined fool. So saying, the old blind woman arose, assumed her staff, and, tottering to her hut, entered it and closed the door, leaving Ravenswood to his own reflections. CHAPTER XX. Lovelier in her own retired abode ....than Naiad by the side Of Grecian brookor Lady of the Mere Lone sitting by the shores of old romance. WORDSWORTH. The meditations of Ravenswood were of a very mixed complexion. He saw himself at once in the very dilemma which he had for some time felt apprehensive he might be placed in. The pleasure he felt in Lucys company had indeed approached to fascination, yet it had never altogether surmounted his internal reluctance to wed with the daughter of his fathers foe; and even in forgiving Sir William Ashton the injuries which his family had received, and giving him credit for the kind intentions he professed to entertain, he could not bring himself to contemplate as possible an alliance betwixt their houses. Still, he felt that Alice spoke truth, and that his honour now required he should take an instant leave of Ravenswood Castle, or become a suitor of Lucy Ashton. The possibility of being rejected, too, should he make advances to her wealthy and powerful fatherto sue for the hand of an Ashton and be refusedthis were a consummation too disgraceful. I wish her well, he said to himself, and for her sake I forgive the injuries her father has done to my house; but I will neverno, never see her more! With one bitter pang he adopted this resolution, just as he came to where two paths parted the one to the Mermaidens Fountain, where he knew Lucy waited him, the other leading to the castle by another and more circuitous road. He paused an instant when about to take the latter path, thinking what apology he should make for conduct which must needs seem extraordinary, and had just muttered to himself, Sudden news from Edinburghany pretext will serve; only let me dally no longer here, when young Henry came flying up to him, half out of breath Master, Master you must give Lucy your arm back to the castle, for I cannot give her mine; for Norman is waiting for me, and I am to go with him to make his ringwalk, and I would not stay away for a gold Jacobus; and Lucy is afraid to walk home alone, though all the wild nowt have been shot, and so you must come away directly. Betwixt two scales equally loaded, a feathers weight will turn the scale. It is impossible for me to leave the young lady in the wood alone, said Ravenswood; to see her once more can be of little consequence, after the frequent meetings we have had. I ought, too, in courtesy, to apprise her of my intention to quit the castle. And having thus satisfied himself that he was taking not only a wise, but an absolutely necessary, step, he took the path to the fatal fountain. Henry no sooner saw him on the way to join his sister than he was off like lightning in another direction, to enjoy the society of the forester in their congenial pursuits. Ravenswood, not allowing himself to give a second thought to the propriety of his own conduct, walked with a quick step towards the stream, where he found Lucy seated alone by the ruin. She sate upon one of the disjointed stones of the ancient fountain, and seemed to watch the progress of its current, as it bubbled forth to daylight, in gay and sparkling profusion, from under the shadow of the ribbed and darksome vault, with which veneration, or perhaps remorse, had canopied its source. To a superstitious eye, Lucy Ashton, folded in her plaided mantle, with her long hair, escaping partly from the snood and falling upon her silver neck, might have suggested the idea of the murdered Nymph of the fountain. But Ravenswood only saw a female exquisitely beautiful, and rendered yet more so in his eyeshow could it be otherwise?by the consciousness that she had placed her affections on him. As he gazed on her, he felt his fixed resolution melting like wax in the sun, and hastened, therefore, from his concealment in the neighbouring thicket. She saluted him, but did not arise from the stone on which she was seated. My madcap brother, she said, has left me, but I expect him back in a few minutes; for, fortunately, as anything pleases him for a minute, nothing has charms for him much longer. Ravenswood did not feel the power of informing Lucy that her brother meditated a distant excursion, and would not return in haste. He sate himself down on the grass, at some little distance from Miss Ashton, and both were silent for a short space. I like this spot, said Lucy at length, as if she found the silence embarrassing; the bubbling murmur of the clear fountain, the waving of the trees, the profusion of grass and wildflowers that rise among the ruins, make it like a scene in romance. I think, too, I have heard it is a spot connected with the legendary lore which I love so well. It has been thought, answered Ravenswood, a fatal spot to my family; and I have some reason to term it so, for it was here I first saw Miss Ashton; and it is here I must take my leave of her for ever. The blood, which the first part of this speech called into Lucys cheeks, was speedily expelled by its conclusion. To take leave of us, Master! she exclaimed; what can have happened to hurry you away? I know Alice hatesI mean dislikes my father; and I hardly understood her humour today, it was so mysterious. But I am certain my father is sincerely grateful for the high service you rendered us. Let me hope that, having won your friendship hardly, we shall not lose it lightly. Lose it, Miss Ashton! said the Master of Ravenswood. No; wherever my fortune calls mewhatever she inflicts upon meit is your friendyour sincere friend, who acts or suffers. But there is a fate on me, and I must go, or I shall add the ruin of others to my own. Yet do not go from us, Master, said Lucy; and she laid her hand, in all simplicity and kindness, upon the skirt of his cloak, as if to detain him. You shall not part from us. My father is powerful, he has friends that are more so than himself; do not go till you see what his gratitude will do for you. Believe me, he is already labouring in your behalf with the council. It may be so, said the Master, proudly; yet it is not to your father, Miss Ashton, but to my own exertions, that I ought to owe success in the career on which I am about to enter. My preparations are already madea sword and a cloak, and a bold heart and a determined hand. Lucy covered her face her hands, and the tears, in spite of her, forced their way between her fingers. Forgive me, said Ravenswood, taking her right hand, which, after slight resistance, she yielded to him, still continuing to shade her face with the leftI am too rudetoo roughtoo intractable to deal with any being so soft and gentle as you are. Forget that so stern a vision has crossed your path of life; and let me pursue mine, sure that I can meet with no worse misfortune after the moment it divides me from your side. Lucy wept on, but her tears were less bitter. Each attempt which the Master made to explain his purpose of departure only proved a new evidence of his desire to stay; until, at length, instead of bidding her farewell, he gave his faith to her for ever, and received her troth in return. The whole passed so suddenly, and arose so much out of the immediate impulse of the moment, that ere the Master of Ravenswood could reflect upon the consequences of the step which he had taken, their lips, as well as their hands, had pledged the sincerity of their affection. And now, he said, after a moments consideration, it is fit I should speak to Sir William Ashton; he must know of our engagement. Ravenswood must not seem to dwell under his roof to solicit clandestinely the affections of his daughter. You would not speak to my father on the subject? said Lucy, doubtingly; and then added more warmly Oh do notdo not! Let your lot in life be determinedyour station and purpose ascertained, before you address my father. I am sure he loves youI think he will consent; but then my mother! She paused, ashamed to express the doubt she felt how far her father dared to form any positive resolution on this most important subject without the consent of his lady. Your mother, my Lucy! replied Ravenswood. She is of the house of Douglas, a house that has intermarried with mine even when its glory and power were at the highest; what could your mother object to my alliance? I did not say object, said Lucy; but she is jealous of her rights, and may claim a mothers title to be consulted in the first instance. Be it so, replied Ravenswood. London is distant, but a letter will reach it and receive an answer within a fortnight; I will not press on the Lord Keeper for an instant reply to my proposal. But, hesitated Lucy, were it not better to waitto wait a few weeks? Were my mother to see youto know you, I am sure she would approve; but you are unacquainted personally, and the ancient feud between the families Ravenswood fixed upon her his keen dark eyes, as if he was desirous of penetrating into her very soul. Lucy, he said, I have sacrificed to you projects of vengeance long nursed, and sworn to with ceremonies little better than heathenI sacrificed them to your image, ere I knew the worth which it represented. In the evening which succeeded my poor fathers funeral, I cut a lock from my hair, and, as it consumed in the fire, I swore that my rage and revenge should pursue his enemies, until they shrivelled before me like that scorchedup symbol of annihilation. It was a deadly sin, said Lucy, turning pale, to make a vow so fatal. I acknowledge it, said Ravenswood, and it had been a worse crime to keep it. It was for your sake that I abjured these purposes of vengeance, though I scarce knew that such was the argument by which I was conquered, until I saw you once more, and became conscious of the influence you possessed over me. And why do you now, said Lucy, recall sentiments so terriblesentiments so inconsistent with those you profess for mewith those your importunity has prevailed on me to acknowledge? Because, said her lover, I would impress on you the price at which I have bought your lovethe right I have to expect your constancy. I say not that I have bartered for it the honour of my house, its last remaining possession; but though I say it not, and think it not, I cannot conceal from myself that the world may do both. If such are your sentiments, said Lucy, you have played a cruel game with me. But it is not too late to give it over take back the faith and troth which you could not plight to me without suffering abatement of honourlet what is passed be as if it had not beenforget me; I will endeavour to forget myself. You do me injustice, said the Master of Ravenswoodby all I hold true and honourable, you do me the extremity of injustice; if I mentioned the price at which I have bought your love, it is only to show how much I prize it, to bind our engagement by a still firmer tie, and to show, by what I have done to attain this station in your regard, how much I must suffer should you ever break your faith. And why, Ravenswood, answered Lucy, should you think that possible? Why should you urge me with even the mention of infidelity? Is it because I ask you to delay applying to my father for a little space of time? Bind me by what vows you please; if vows are unnecessary to secure constancy, they may yet prevent suspicion. Ravenswood pleaded, apologised, and even kneeled, to appease her displeasure; and Lucy, as placable as she was singlehearted, readily forgave the offence which his doubts had implied. The dispute thus agitated, however, ended by the lovers going through an emblematic ceremony of their trothplight, of which the vulgar still preserve some traces. They broke betwixt them the thin broadpiece of gold which Alice had refused to receive from Ravenswood. And never shall this leave my bosom, said Lucy, as she hung the piece of gold round her neck, and concealed it with her handkerchief, until you, Edgar Ravenswood, ask me to resign it to you; and, while I wear it, never shall that heart acknowledge another love than yours. With like protestations, Ravenswood placed his portion of the coin opposite to his heart. And now, at length, it struck them that time had hurried fast on during this interview, and their absence at the castle would be subject of remark, if not of alarm. As they arose to leave the fountain which had been witness of their mutual engagement, an arrow whistled through the air, and struck a raven perched on the sere branch of an old oak, near to where they had been seated. The bird fluttered a few yards and dropped at the feet of Lucy, whose dress was stained with some spots of its blood. Miss Ashton was much alarmed, and Ravenswood, surprised and angry, looked everywhere for the marksman, who had given them a proof of his skill as little expected as desired. He was not long of discovering himself, being no other than Henry Ashton, who came running up with a crossbow in his hand. I knew I should startle you, he said; and do you know, you looked so busy that I hoped it would have fallen souse on your heads before you were aware of it. What was the Master saying to you, Lucy? I was telling your sister what an idle lad you were, keeping us waiting here for you so long, said Ravenswood, to save Lucys confusion. Waiting for me! Why, I told you to see Lucy home, and that I was to go to make the ringwalk with old Norman in the Hayberry thicket, and you may be sure that would take a good hour, and we have all the deers marks and furnishes got, while you were sitting here with Lucy, like a lazy loon. Well, well, Mr. Henry, said Ravenswood; but let us see how you will answer to me for killing the raven. Do you know, the ravens are all under the protection of the Lords of Ravenswood, and to kill one in their presence is such bad luck that it deserves the stab? And thats what Norman said, replied the boy; he came as far with me as within a flightshot of you, and he said he never saw a raven sit still so near living folk, and he wished it might be for good luck, for the raven is one of the wildest birds that flies, unless it be a tame one; and so I crept on and on, till I was within threescore yards of him, and then whiz went the bolt, and there he lies, faith! Was it not well shot? and, I dare say, I have not shot in a crossbow!not ten times, maybe. Admirably shot, indeed, said Ravenswood; and you will be a fine marksman if you practise hard. And thats what Norman says, answered the boy; but I am sure it is not my fault if I do not practise enough; for, of free will, I would do little else, only my father and tutor are angry sometimes, and only Miss Lucy there gives herself airs about my being busy, for all she can sit idle by a wellside the whole day, when she has a handsome young gentleman to prate with. I have known her do so twenty times, if you will believe me. The boy looked at his sister as he spoke, and, in the midst of his mischievous chatter, had the sense to see that he was really inflicting pain upon her, though without being able to comprehend the cause or the amount. Come now, Lucy, he said, dont greet; and if I have said anything beside the mark, Ill deny it again; and what does the Master of Ravenswood care if you had a hundred sweethearts? so neer put finger in your eye about it. The Master of Ravenswood was, for the moment, scarce satisfied with what he heard; yet his good sense naturally regarded it as the chatter of a spoilt boy, who strove to mortify his sister in the point which seemed most accessible for the time. But, although of a temper equally slow in receiving impressions and obstinate in retaining them, the prattle of Henry served to nourish in his mind some vague suspicion that his present engagement might only end in his being exposed, like a conquered enemy in a Roman triumph, a captive attendant on the car of a victor who meditated only the satiating his pride at the expense of the vanquished. There was, we repeat it, no real ground whatever for such an apprehension, nor could he be said seriously to entertain such for a moment. Indeed, it was impossible to look at the clear blue eye of Lucy Ashton, and entertain the slightest permanent doubt concerning the sincerity of her disposition. Still, however, conscious pride and conscious poverty combined to render a mind suspicious which in more fortunate circumstances would have been a stranger to that as well as to every other meanness. They reached the castle, where Sir William Ashton, who had been alarmed by the length of their stay, met them in the hall. Had Lucy, he said, been in any other company than that of one who had shown he had so complete power of protecting her, he confessed he should have been very uneasy, and would have despatched persons in quest of them. But, in the company of the Master of Ravenswood, he knew his daughter had nothing to dread. Lucy commenced some apology for their long delay, but, consciencestruck, becames confused as she proceeded; and when Ravenswood, coming to her assistance, endeavoured to render the explanation complete and satisfactory, he only involved himself in the same disorder, like one who, endeavouring to extricate his companion from a slough, entangles himself in the same tenacious swamp. It cannot be supposed that the confusion of the two youthful lovers escaped the observation of the subtle lawyer, accustomed, by habit and profession, to trace human nature through all her windings. But it was not his present policy to take any notice of what he observed. He desired to hold the Master of Ravenswood bound, but wished that he himself should remain free; and it did not occur to him that his plan might be defeated by Lucys returning the passion which he hoped she might inspire. If she should adopt some romantic feelings towards Ravenswood, in which circumstances, or the positive and absolute opposition of Lady Ashton, might render it unadvisable to indulge her, the Lord Keeper conceived they might be easily superseded and annulled by a journey to Edinburgh, or even to London, a new set of Brussels lace, and the soft whispers of half a dozen lovers, anxious to replace him whom it was convenient she should renounce. This was his provision for the worst view of the case. But, according to its more probable issue, any passing favours she might entertain for the Master of Ravenswood might require encouragement rather than repression. This seemed the more likely, as he had that very morning, since their departure from the castle, received a letter, the contents of which he hastened to communicate to Ravenswood. A footpost had arrived with a packet to the Lord Keeper from that friend whom we have already mentioned, who was labouring hard underhand to consolidate a band of patriots, at the head of whom stood Sir Williams greatest terror, the active and ambitious Marquis of A. The success of this convenient friend had been such, that he had obtained from Sir William, not indeed a directly favourable answer, but certainly a most patient hearing. This he had reported to his principal, who had replied by the ancient French adage, Chteau qui parle, et femme qui coute, lun et lautre va se rendre. A statesman who hears you propose a change of measures without reply was, according to the Marquiss opinion, in the situation of the fortress which parleys and the lady who listens, and he resolved to press the siege of the Lord Keeper. The packet, therefore, contained a letter from his friend and ally, and another from himself, to the Lord Keeper, frankly offering an unceremonious visit. They were crossing the country to go to the southward; the roads were indifferent; the accommodation of the inns as execrable as possible; the Lord Keeper had been long acquainted intimately with one of his correspondents, and, though more slightly known to the Marquis, had yet enough of his lordships acquaintance to render the visit sufficiently natural, and to shut the mouths of those who might be disposed to impute it to a political intrigue. He instantly accepted the offered visit, determined, however, that he would not pledge himself an inch farther for the furtherance of their views than reason (by which he meant his own selfinterest) should plainly point out to him as proper. Two circumstances particularly delighted himthe presence of Ravenswood, and the absence of his own lady. By having the former under his roof, he conceived he might be able to quash all such hazardous and hostile proceedings as he might otherwise have been engaged in, under the patronage of the Marquis; and Lucy, he foresaw, would make, for his immediate purpose of delay and procrastination, a much better mistress of his family than her mother, who would, he was sure, in some shape or other, contrive to disconcert his political schemes by her proud and implacable temper. His anxious solicitations that the Master would stay to receive his kinsman, were, of course, readily complied with, since the claircissement which had taken place at the Mermaidens Fountain had removed all wish for sudden departure. Lucy and Lockhard, had, therefore, orders to provide all things necessary in their different departments, for receiving the expected guests with a pomp and display of luxury very uncommon in Scotland at that remote period. CHAPTER XXI. Marall Sir, the man of honours come, Newly alighted Overreach In without reply, And do as I command.... Is the loud music I gave order for Ready to receive him? New Way to Pay Old Debts. Sir William Ashton, although a man of sense, legal information, and great practical knowledge of the world, had yet some points of character which corresponded better with the timidity of his disposition and the supple arts by which he had risen in the world, than to the degree of eminence which he had attained; as they tended to show an original mediocrity of understanding, however highly it had been cultivated, and a native meanness of disposition, however carefully veiled. He loved the ostentatious display of his wealth, less as a man to whom habit has made it necessary, than as one to whom it is still delightful from its novelty. The most trivial details did not escape him; and Lucy soon learned to watch the flush of scorn which crossed Ravenswoods cheek, when he heard her father gravely arguing with Lockhard, nay, even with the old housekeeper, upon circumstances which, in families of rank, are left uncared for, because it is supposed impossible they can be neglected. I could pardon Sir William, said Ravenswood, one evening after he had left the room, some general anxiety upon this occasion, for the Marquiss visit is an honour, and should be received as such; but I am worn out by these miserable minutiae of the buttery, and the larder, and the very hencoopthey drive me beyond my patience; I would rather endure the poverty of Wolfs Crag than be pestered with the wealth of Ravenswood Castle. And yet, said Lucy, it was by attention to these minutiae that my father acquired the property Which my ancestors sold for lack of it, replied Ravenswood. Be it so; a porter still bears but a burden, though the burden be of gold. Lucy sighed; she perceived too plainly that her lover held in scorn the manners and habits of a father to whom she had long looked up as her best and most partial friend, whose fondness had often consoled her for her mothers contemptuous harshness. The lovers soon discovered that they differed upon other and no less important topics. Religion, the mother of peace, was, in those days of discord, so much misconstrued and mistaken, that her rules and forms were the subject of the most opposite opinions and the most hostile animosities. The Lord Keeper, being a Whig, was, of course, a Presbyterian, and had found it convenient, at different periods, to express greater zeal for the kirk than perhaps he really felt. His family, equally of course, were trained under the same institution. Ravenswood, as we know, was a High Churchman, or Episcopalian, and frequently objected to Lucy the fanaticism of some of her own communion, while she intimated, rather than expressed, horror at the latitudinarian principles which she had been taught to think connected with the prelatical form of church government. Thus, although their mutual affection seemed to increase rather than to be diminished as their characters opened more fully on each other, the feelings of each were mingled with some less agreeable ingredients. Lucy felt a secret awe, amid all her affection for Ravenswood. His soul was of an higher, prouder character than those with whom she had hitherto mixed in intercourse; his ideas were more fierce and free; and he contemned many of the opinions which had been inculcated upon her as chiefly demanding her veneration. On the other hand, Ravenswood saw in Lucy a soft and flexible character, which, in his eyes at least, seemed too susceptible of being moulded to any form by those with whom she lived. He felt that his own temper required a partner of a more independent spirit, who could set sail with him on his course of life, resolved as himself to dare indifferently the storm and the favouring breeze. But Lucy was so beautiful, so devoutly attached to him, of a temper so exquisitely soft and kind, that, while he could have wished it were possible to inspire her with a greater degree of firmness and resolution, and while he sometimes became impatient of the extreme fear which she expressed of their attachment being prematurely discovered, he felt that the softness of a mind, amounting almost to feebleness, rendered her even dearer to him, as a being who had voluntarily clung to him for protection, and made him the arbiter of her fate for weal or woe. His feelings towards her at such moments were those which have been since so beautifully expressed by our immortal Joanna Baillie Thou sweetest thing, That eer did fix its lightlyfibred sprays To the rude rock, ah! wouldst thou cling to me? Rough and stormworn I am; yet love me as Thou truly dost, I will love thee again With true and honest heart, though all unmeet To be the mate of such sweet gentleness. Thus the very points in which they differed seemed, in some measure, to ensure the continuance of their mutual affection. If, indeed, they had so fully appreciated each others character before the burst of passion in which they hastily pledged their faith to each other, Lucy might have feared Ravenswood too much ever to have loved him, and he might have construed her softness and docile temper as imbecility, rendering her unworthy of his regard. But they stood pledged to each other; and Lucy only feared that her lovers pride might one day teach him to regret his attachment; Ravenswood, that a mind so ductile as Lucys might, in absence or difficulties, be induced, by the entreaties or influence of those around her, to renounce the engagement she had formed. Do not fear it, said Lucy, when upon one occasion a hint of such suspicion escaped her lover; the mirrors which receive the reflection of all successive objects are framed of hard materials like glass or steel; the softer substances, when they receive an impression, retain it undefaced. This is poetry, Lucy, said Ravenswood; and in poetry there is always fallacy, and sometimes fiction. Believe me, then, once more, in honest prose, said Lucy, that, though I will never wed man without the consent of my parents, yet neither force nor persuasion shall dispose of my hand till you renounce the right I have given you to it. The lovers had ample time for such explanations. Henry was now more seldom their companion, being either a most unwilling attendant upon the lessons of his tutor, or a forward volunteer under the instructions of the foresters or grooms. As for the Keeper, his mornings were spent in his study, maintaining correspondences of all kinds, and balancing in his anxious mind the various intelligence which he collected from every quarter concerning the expected change of Scottish politics, and the probable strength of the parties who were about to struggle for power. At other times he busied himself about arranging, and countermanding, and then again arranging, the preparations which he judged necessary for the reception of the Marquis of A, whose arrival had been twice delayed by some necessary cause of detention. In the midst of all these various avocations, political and domestic, he seemed not to observe how much his daughter and his guest were thrown into each others society, and was censured by many of his neighbours, according to the fashion of neighbours in all countries, for suffering such an intimate connexion to take place betwixt two young persons. The only natural explanation was, that he designed them for each other; while, in truth, his only motive was to temporise and procrastinate until he should discover the real extent of the interest which the Marquis took in Ravenswoods affairs, and the power which he was likely to possess of advancing them. Until these points should be made both clear and manifest, the Lord Keeper resolved that he would do nothing to commit himself, either in one shape or other; and, like many cunning persons, he overreached himself deplorably. Amongst those who had been disposed to censure, with the greatest severity, the conduct of Sir William Ashton, in permitting the prolonged residence of Ravenswood under his roof, and his constant attendance on Miss Ashton, was the new Laird of Girnington, and his faithful squire and bottleholder, personages formerly well known to us by the names of Hayston and Bucklaw, and his companion Captain Craigengelt.