back the honour of our house!"

These words broke from him not without tears, though David was of no
melting mood.

"And Effie--and Effie, dear father?" was Jeannie's eager question.

"You will never see her mair, my bairn," answered Deans, in solemn
tones.

"She is dead! It has come ower late!" exclaimed Jeannie, wringing her
hands.

"No, Jeannie, she lives in the flesh, and is at freedom from earthly
restraint. But she has left her auld father, that has wept and prayed
for her. She has left her sister, that travailed and toiled for her like
a mother. She has made a moonlight flitting of it."

"And wi' that man--that fearfu' man?" said Jeannie.

"It is ower truly spoken," said Deans. "But never, Jeannie never more
let her name be spoken between you and me."

The next surprise for Jeannie Deans was the appearance of Reuben Butler,
who had been appointed by the Duke of Argyle to the kirk of
Knocktarlitie, at Roseneath; and within a reasonable time after the new
minister had been comfortably settled in his living, the banns were
called, and long wooing of Reuben and Jeannie was ended by their union
in the holy bands of matrimony.

Effie, married to Robertson, whose real name was Staunton, paid a
furtive visit to her sister, and many years later, when her husband was
no longer a desperate outlaw, but Sir George Staunton, and beyond
anxiety of recognition, the two sisters corresponded freely, and Lady
Staunton even came to stay with Mrs. Butler, after old Deans was dead.

A famous woman in society was Lady Staunton, but she was childless, for
the child of her shame, carried off by gypsies, she saw no more.

Jeannie and Reuben, happy in each other, in the prosperity of their
family, and the love and honour of all by gypsies, she saw no more.

* * * * *

Ivanhoe

"Ivanhoe," in common with "The Legend of Montrose" and "The
Bride of Lammermoor," was written, or rather dictated to
amanuenses, during a period of great physical suffering;
"through fits of suffering," says one of Scott's biographers,
"so great that he could not suppress cries of agony."
"Ivanhoe" made its appearance towards the end of 1819.
Although the book lacks much of that vivid portraiture that
distinguishes Scott's other novels, the intense vigour of the
narrative, and the striking presentation of mediaeval life,
more than atone for the former lapse. Fr