Waverley : or, "Tis sixty years since . th which he had nursed his affection in absence of the belovedobject seemed to vanish in her presence, and, like one strivingto recover the particulars of a forgotten dream, he would havegiven the world at that moment to have recollected the groundson which he had founded expectations which now seemed sodelusive. He accompanied Fergus witli downcast eyes, tinglingears, and the feelings of the criminal who, while the melancholycart moves slowly through the crowds that have assembled tobehold his execution, receives no clear sensation either from thenoise
Waverley : or, "Tis sixty years since . th which he had nursed his affection in absence of the belovedobject seemed to vanish in her presence, and, like one strivingto recover the particulars of a forgotten dream, he would havegiven the world at that moment to have recollected the groundson which he had founded expectations which now seemed sodelusive. He accompanied Fergus witli downcast eyes, tinglingears, and the feelings of the criminal who, while the melancholycart moves slowly through the crowds that have assembled tobehold his execution, receives no clear sensation either from thenoise which fills his ears or the tumult on which he casts hiswandering look. Flora seemed a little — a very little — affected and dis-composed at his approach. I bring you an adopted son ofIvor, said Fergus. And I receive him as a second brother, replied Flora. There was a slight emphasis on the word, which would haveescaped every ear but one that was feverish with v;as. however, distinctly marked, and, combined with her. WAVERLEY 273 whole tone and manner, plainly intimated, I will never thinkof Mr. Waverley as a more intimate connexion. Edwardstopped, bowed, and looked at Fergus, who bit his lip, a move-ment of anger which proved that he also had put a sinister in-terpretation on the reception which his sister had given liisfriend. This, then, is an end of my day-dream ! Such wasWaverleys first thought, and it was so exquisitely painful as tobanisli from his cheek every drop of blood. * Good God ! said Rose Bradwardine, he is not yetrecovered ! These words, which she uttered with great emotion, wereoverheard by the Chevalier himself, who stepped hastily for-ward, and, taking Waverley by the hand, inquired kindly afterhis health, and added that he wished to speak with him. Bya strong and sudden effort, which the circumstances renderedindispensable, Waverley recovered himself so far as to followthe Chevalier in silence to a recess in the apartment. Here the Princ
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