w I talk of hounds,
is not yon Ban and Buscar, who come scouping up the avenue with Davie
Gallatley?'

'I vote we should go to meet them, sir,' said Waverley, 'for I believe
the present master of the house is Colonel Talbot, who will expect to
see us. We hesitated to mention to you at first that he had purchased
your ancient patrimonial property, and even yet, if you do not incline
to visit him, we can pass on to the Bailie's.'

The Baron had occasion for all his magnanimity. However, he drew a long
breath, took a long snuff, and observed, since they had brought him so
far, he could not pass the Colonel's gate, and he would be happy to see
the new master of his old tenants. He alighted accordingly, as did the
other gentlemen and ladies;--he gave his arm to his daughter, and as
they descended the avenue, pointed out to her how speedily the 'DIVA
PECUNIA of the Southron--their tutelary deity, he might call her--had
removed the marks of spoliation.'

In truth, not only had the felled trees been removed, but, their stumps
being grubbed up, and the earth round them levelled and sown with grass,
every mark of devastation, unless to an eye intimately acquainted
with the spot, was already totally obliterated. There was a similar
reformation in the outward man of Davie Gellatley, who met them, every
now and then stopping to admire the new suit which graced his person, In
the same colours as formerly, but bedizened fine enough to have served
Touchstone himself. He danced up with his usual ungainly frolics, first
to the Baron, and then to Rose, passing his hands over his clothes,
crying, 'BRA', BRA' DAVIE,' and scarce able to sing a bar to an end of
his thousand-and-one songs, for the breathless extravagance of his joy.
The dogs also acknowledged their old master with a thousand gambols.
'Upon my conscience, Rose,' ejaculated the Baron, 'the gratitude o' thae
dumb brutes, and of that puir innocent, brings the tears into my auld
een, while that schellum Malcolm--but I'm obliged to Colonel Talbot for
putting my hounds into such good condition, and likewise for puir Davie.
But, Rose, my dear, we must not permit them to be a liferent burden upon
the estate.'

As he spoke, Lady Emily, leaning upon the arm of her husband, met the
party at the lower gate, with a thousand welcomes. After the ceremony
of introduction had been gone through, much abridged by the ease and
excellent breeding of Lady Emily, she apologized for having used a