my son; and they damned
and swuir at me that it was the auld rebel, as the villains ca'd his
Honour; and Davie was in the wood, and heard the tuilzie, and he, just
out o' his ain head, got up the auld grey mantle that his Honour had
flung off him to gang the faster, and he cam out o' the very same bit o'
the wood, majoring and looking about sae like his Honour, that they were
clean beguiled, and thought they had letten aff their gun at
crack-brained Sawney, as they ca' him; and they gae me saxpence, and twa
saumon fish, to say naething about it. Na, na, Davie's no just like other
folk, puir fallow; but he's no sae silly as folk tak him for. But, to be
sure, how can we do eneugh for his Honour, when we and ours have lived on
his ground this twa hundred years; and when he keepit my puir Jamie at
school and college, and even at the Ha'-house, till he gaed to a better
place; and when he saved me frae being ta'en to Perth as a witch--Lord
forgi'e them that would touch sic a puir silly auld body!--and has
maintained puir Davie at heck and manger maist feck o' his life?'

Waverley at length found an opportunity to interrupt Janet's narrative by
an inquiry after Miss Bradwardine.

'She's weel and safe, thank God! at the Duchran,' answered the Baron;
'the laird's distantly related to us, and more nearly to my chaplain, Mr.
Rubrick; and, though he be of Whig principles, yet he's not forgetful of
auld friendship at this time. The Bailie's doing what he can to save
something out of the wreck for puir Rose; but I doubt, I doubt, I shall
never see her again, for I maun lay my banes in some far country.'

'Hout na, your Honour,' said old Janet, 'ye were just as ill aff in the
feifteen, and got the bonnie baronie back, an' a'. And now the eggs is
ready, and the muir-cock's brandered, and there's ilk ane a trencher and
some saut, and the heel o' the white loaf that cam frae the Bailie's, and
there's plenty o' brandy in the greybeard that Luckie Maclearie sent
doun, and winna ye be suppered like princes?'

'I wish one Prince, at least, of our acquaintance may be no worse off,'
said the Baron to Waverley, who joined him in cordial hopes for the
safety of the unfortunate Chevalier.

They then began to talk of their future prospects. The Baron's plan was
very simple. It was, to escape to France, where, by the interest of his
old friends, he hoped to get some military employment, of which he still
conceived himself capable. He invited Wa