neighbours, than he would have been in being 'rehabilitated and restored
IN INTEGRUM, had it been found practicable.'

We shall not attempt to describe the meeting of the father and
daughter,--loving each other so affectionately, and separated under such
perilous circumstances. Still less shall we attempt to analyse the deep
blush of Rose, at receiving the compliments of Waverley, or stop to
inquire whether she had any curiosity respecting the particular cause of
his journey to Scotland at that period. We shall not; even trouble the
reader with the humdrum details of a courtship Sixty Years since. It is
enough to say, that, under so strict a martinet as the Baron, all things
were conducted in due form. He took upon himself, the morning after
their arrival, the task of announcing the proposal of Waverley to Rose,
which she heard with a proper degree of maiden timidity. Fame does,
however, say, that Waverley had, the evening before, found five minutes
to apprize her of what was coming, while the rest of the company were
looking at three twisted serpents which formed a JET D'EAU in the
garden.

My fair readers will judge for themselves; but, for my part, I cannot
conceive how so important an affair could be communicated in so short a
space of time;--at least, it certainly took a full hour in the Baron's
mode of conveying it.

Waverley was now considered as a received lover in all the forms. He
was made, by dint of smirking and nodding on the part of the lady of
the house, to sit next to Miss Bradwardine at dinner, to be Miss
Bradwardine's partner at cards. If he came into the room, she of the
four Miss Rubricks who chanced to be next Rose, was sure to recollect
that her thimble, or her scissors, were at the other end of the room,
in order to leave the seat nearest to Miss Bradwardine vacant for his
occupation, And sometimes, if papa and mamma were not in the way to keep
them on their good behaviour, the misses would titter a little. The old
laird of Duchran would also have his occasional jest, and the old lady
her remark. Even the Baron could not refrain; but here Rose escaped
every embarrassment but that of conjecture, for his wit was usually
couched in a Latin quotation. The very footmen sometimes grinned too
broadly, the maid-servants giggled mayhap too loud, and a provoking
air of intelligence seemed to pervade the whole family. Alice Bean, the
pretty maid of the cavern, who, after her father's MISFORTUNE, as she
ca