Happy's the wooing That's not long a doing.
When the first rapturous sensation occasioned by these excellent tidings had somewhat subsided, Edward proposed instantly to go down to the glen to acquaint the Baron with their import.
But the cautious Bailie justly observed, that if the Baron were to appear instantly in public, the tenantry and villagers might become riotous in expressing their joy, and give offence to ``the powers that be,'' a sort of persons for whom the Bailie always had unlimited respect.He therefore proposed that Mr.Waverley should go to Janet Gellatley's, and bring the Baron up under cloud of night to Little Veolan, where he might once more enjoy the luxury of a good bed.In the meanwhile, he said, he himself would go to Captain Foster, and show him the Baron's protection, and obtain his countenance for harbouring him that night,---and he would have horses ready on the morrow to set him on his way to the Duchran along with Mr.Stanley, ``whilk denomination, I apprehend, your honour will for the present retain,'' said the Bailie.
``Certainly, Mr.Macwheeble; but will you not go down to the glen yourself in the evening to meet your patron?''
``That I wad wi' a' my heart; and mickle obliged to your honour for putting me in mind o' my bounden duty.But it will be past sunset afore I get back frae the Captain's, and at these unsonsy hours the glen has a bad name---there's something no that canny about auld Janet Gellatley.The Laird he'll no believe thae things, but he was aye ower rash and venturesome---and feared neither man nor deevil---and sae's seen o't.But right sure am I Sir George Mackenyie says, that no divine can doubt there are witches, since the Bible says thou shalt not suffer them to live; and that no lawyer in Scotland can doubt it, since it is punishable with death by our law.So there's baith law and gospel for it.An his honour winna believe the Leviticus, he might aye believe the Statute-book;but he may tak his ain way o't---it's a' ane to Duncan Macwheeble.
However, I shall send to ask up auld Janet this e'en;it's best no to lightly them that have that character---and we'll want Davie to turn the spit, for I'll gar Eppie put down a fat goose to the fire for your honours to your supper.''
When it was near sunset, Waverley hastened to the hut:
and he could not but allow that superstition had chosen no improper locality, or unfit object, for the foundation of her fantastic terrors.It resembled exactly the description of Spenser:
There, in a gloomy hollow glen, she found A little cottage built of sticks and reeds, In homely wise, and wall'd with sods around, In which a witch did dwell in loathly weeds, And wilful want, all careless of her needs;So choosing solitary to abide Far from all neighbours, that her devilish deeds, And hellish arts, from people she might hide, And hurt far off, unknown, whomsoever she espied.
He entered the cottage with these verses in his memory.
Poor old Janet, bent double with age, and bleared with peat-smoke, was tottering about the hut with a birch broom, muttering to herself as she endeavoured to make her hearth and floor a little clean for the reception of her expected guests.Waverley's step made her start, look up, and fall a-trembling, so much had her nerves been on the rack for her patron's safety.With difficulty Waverley made her comprehend that the Baron was now safe from personal danger; and when her mind had admitted that joyful news, it was equally hard to make her believe that he was not to enter again upon possession of his estate.
``It behoved to be,'' she said, ``he wad get it back again; naebody wad be sae gripple as to tak his gear after they had gi'en him a pardon; and for that Inch-Grabbit, I could whiles wish mysell a witch for his sake, if I werena feared the Enemy wad tak me at my word.'' Waverley then gave her some money, and promised that her fidelity should be rewarded.``How can I be rewarded, sir, sae weel, as just to see my auld maister and Miss Rose come back and bruik their ain?''
Waverley now took leave of Janet, and soon stood beneath the Baron's Patmos.At a low whistle, he observed the veteran peeping out to reconnoitre, like an old badger with his head out of his hole.``Ye hae come rather early, my good lad,'' said he, descending; ``I question if the red-coats hae beat the tattoo yet, and we're not safe till then.''
``Good news cannot be told too soon,'' said Waverley; and with infinite joy communicated to him the happy tidings.
The old man stood for a moment in silent devotion, then exclaimed, ``Praise be to God!---I shall see my bairn again.''
``And never, I hope, to part with her more,'' said Waverley.
``I trust in God, not, unless it be to win the means of supporting her;for my things are but in a bruckle state;---but what signifies warld's gear?''
