ll reconciled to.'

'And what becomes of the homage?'

'Curse the homage!--I believe Rose is to pull off the queen's slipper
on her coronation-day, or some such trash. Well sir, as Rose Bradwardine
would always have made a suitable match for me, but for this idiotical
predilection of her father for the heir-male, it occurred to me there
now remained no obstacle, unless that the Baron might expect his
daughter's husband to take the name of Bradwardine (which you know would
be impossible in my case), and that this might be evaded by my assuming
the title to which I had so good a right, and which, of course, would
supersede that difficulty. If she was to be also Viscountess Bradwardine
in her own right, after her father's demise, so much the better; I could
have no objection.'

'But, Fergus,' said Waverley, 'I had no idea that you had any affection
for Miss Bradwardine, and you are always sneering at her father.'

'I have as much affection for Miss Bradwardine, my good friend, as I
think it necessary to have for the future mistress of my family, and the
mother of my children. She is a very pretty, intelligent girl, and is
certainly of one of the very first Lowland families; and, with a little
of Flora's instructions and forming, will make a very good figure. As to
her father, he is an original, it is true, and an absurd one enough; but
he has given such severe lessons to Sir Hew Halbert, that dear defunct
the Laird of Balmawhapple, and others, that nobody dare laugh at him,
so his absurdity goes for nothing. I tell you there could have been
no earthly objection--none. I had settled the thing entirely in my own
mind.'

'But had you asked the Baron's consent,' said Waverley, 'Or Rose's?'

'To what purpose? To have spoke to the Baron before I had assumed my
title would have only provoked a premature and irritating discussion on
the subject of the change of name, when, as Earl of Glennaquoich, I
had only to propose to him to carry his d-d bear and bootjack PARTY
PER PALE, or in a scutcheon of pretence, or in a separate shield
perhaps--any way that would not blemish my own coat of arms. And as to
Rose, I don't see what objection she could have made, if her father was
satisfied.'

'Perhaps the same that your sister makes to me, you being satisfied.'

Fergus gave a broad stare at the comparison which this supposition
implied, but cautiously suppressed the answer which rose to his tongue.
'Oh, we should easily have arrang