. Waverley novels. the divine remained behind in tlie chapel,and, walking up and down its Gothic precincts,seemed either to be meditating on what he had justbeen delivering, or preparing a fresh discourse forthe next opportunity. Bold as he was, Dalgettyhesitated what he ought to do. Time, however,pressed, and every moment increased the chance oftheir escape being discovered by the jailor visitingthe dungeon perhaps before his wonted time, anddiscovering the exchange which had been madethere. At length, whispering Eanald, who watchedall his motions, to follow him and preserve his coun-tenance,
. Waverley novels. the divine remained behind in tlie chapel,and, walking up and down its Gothic precincts,seemed either to be meditating on what he had justbeen delivering, or preparing a fresh discourse forthe next opportunity. Bold as he was, Dalgettyhesitated what he ought to do. Time, however,pressed, and every moment increased the chance oftheir escape being discovered by the jailor visitingthe dungeon perhaps before his wonted time, anddiscovering the exchange which had been madethere. At length, whispering Eanald, who watchedall his motions, to follow him and preserve his coun-tenance, Captain Dalgetty, with a very composedair, descended a flight of steps which led from thegallery into the body of the chapel. A less experi-enced adventurer would have endeavoured to passthe worthy clergyman rapidly, in hopes to escapeunnoticed. But the Captain, v/ho foresaw the man-ifest danger of failing in such an attempt, walked Dalgetty in the Clkipel. Painted by George Hay, R. S. A. â Etchedby V, A LEGENDOE MONTROSE. 179 gravely to meet the divine upon his walk in themidst of the chancel, and, pulling off his cap, wasabout to pass him after a formal reverence. Butwhat was his surprise to view in the preacher thevery same person with whom he had dined in theCastle of Ardenvohr! Yet he speedily recoveredhis composure; and ere the clergyman could speak,was the first to address him. I could not, hesaid, leave this mansion without bequeathing toyou, my very reverend sir, my humble thanks forthe homily with which you have this eveningfavoured us. I did not observe, sir, said the clergyman, that you were in the chapel. It pleased the honourable Marquis, said Dal-getty, modestly, to grace me with a seat in hisown gallery. The divine bowed low at this inti-mation, knowing that such an honour was onlyvouchsafed to persons of very high rank. It hasbeen my fate, sir, said the Captain, in the sortof wandering life which I have led, to have hearddifferent preachers of diff
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