书城公版WAVERLEY
19884100000101

第101章

UPON THE SAME SUBJECT.

Fergus Mac-Ivor had too much tact and delicacy to renew the subject which he had interrupted.His head was, or appeared to be, so full of guns, broadswords, bonnets, canteens, and tartan hose, that Waverley could not for some time draw his attention to any other topic.

``Are you to take the field so soon, Fergus,'' he asked, ``that you are making all these martial preparations?''

``When we have settled that you go with me, you shall know all; but otherwise, the knowledge might rather be prejudicial to you.''

``But are you serious in your purpose, with such inferior forces, to rise against an established government? It is mere frenzy.''

``_Laissez faire <a`> Don Antoine_---I shall take good care of myself.We shall at least use the compliment of Conan, who never got a stroke but he gave one.I would not, however,''

continued the Chieftain, ``have you think me mad enough to stir till a favourable opportunity: I will not slip my dog before the game's afoot.But once more, will you join with us and you shall know all?''

``How can I?'' said Waverley; ``I who have so lately held that commission which is now posting back to those that gave it? My accepting it implied a promise of fidelity, and an acknowledgment of the legality of the government.''

``A rash promise,'' answered Fergus, ``is not a steel handcuff;it may be shaken off, especially when it was given under deception, and has been repaid by insult.But if you cannot immediately make up your mind to a glorious revenge, go to England, and ere you cross the Tweed, you will hear tidings that will make the world ring; and if Sir Everard be the gallant old cavalier I have heard him described by some of our honest gentlemen of the year one thousand seven hundred and fifteen, he will find you a better horse-troop and a better cause than you have lost.''

``But your sister, Fergus?''

``Out, hyperbolical fiend,'' replied the Chief, laughing; ``how vexest thou this man!---Speakest thou of nothing but of ladies?''

``Nay, be serious, my dear friend,'' said Waverley; ``I feel that the happiness of my future life must depend upon the answer which Miss Mac-Ivor shall make to what I ventured to tell her this morning.''

``And is this your very sober earnest,'' said Fergus, more gravely, ``or are we in the land of romance and fiction?''

``My earnest, undoubtedly.How could you suppose me jesting on such a subject?''

``Then, in very sober earnest,'' answered his friend, ``I am very glad to hear it; and so highly do I think of Flora, that you are the only man in England for whom I would say so much---But before you shake my hand so warmly, there is more to be considered---Your own family---will they approve your connecting yourself with the sister of a high-born Highland beggar?''

``My uncle's situation,'' said Waverley, ``his general opinions, and his uniform indulgence, entitle me to say, that birth and personal qualities are all he would look to in such a connexion.

And where can I find both united in such excellence as in your sister?''

``O nowhere!--_cela va sans dire,_'' replied Fergus with a smile.``But your father will expect a father's prerogative in being consulted.''

``Surely; but his late breach with the ruling powers removes all apprehension of objection on his part, especially as I am convinced that my uncle will be warm in my cause.''

``Religion, perhaps,'' said Fergus, ``may make obstacles, though we are not bigoted Catholics.''

``My grandmother was of the Church of Rome, and her religion was never objected to by my family.---Do not think of my friends, dear Fergus; let me rather have your influence where it may be more necessary to remove obstacles---I mean with your lovely sister.''

``My lovely sister,'' replied Fergus, ``like her loving brother, is very apt to have a pretty decisive will of her own, by which, in this case, you must be ruled; but you shall not want my interest nor my counsel.And, in the first place, I will give you one hint---Loyalty is her ruling passion; and since she could spell an English book, she has been in love with the memory of the gallant Captain Wogan, who renounced the service of the usurper Cromwell to join the standard of Charles II., marched a handful of cavalry from London to the Highlands to join Middleton, then in arm for the king, and at length died gloriously in the royal cause.Ask her to show you some verses she made on his history and fate; they have been much admired, I assure you.The next point is------I think I saw Flora go up towards the waterfall a short time since---follow, man, follow!

don't allow the garrison time to strengthen its purposes of resistance---_Alerte <a`> la muraille!_ Seek Flora out, and learn her decision as soon as you can---and Cupid go with you, while Igo to look over belts and cartouch-boxes.''