``TO ONE THING CONSTANT NEVER.''
``I am the very child of caprice,'' said Waverley to himself, as he bolted the door of his apartment, and paced it with hasty steps.---``What is it to me that Fergus Mac-Ivor should wish to marry Rose Bradwardine?---I love her not.---I might have been loved by her, perhaps; but I rejected her simple, natural, and affecting attachment, instead of cherishing it into tenderness, and dedicated myself to one who will never love mortal man, unless old Warwick, the King-maker, should arise from the dead.The Baron, too---I would not have cared about his estate, and so the name would have been no stumbling-block.
The devil might have taken the barren moors, and drawn off the royal _calig<ae>,_ for anything I would have minded.But, framed as she is for domestic affection and tenderness, for giving and receiving all those kind and quiet attentions which sweeten life to those who pass it together, she is sought by Fergus Mac-Ivor.He will not use her ill, to be sure---of that he is incapable---but he will neglect her after the first month;he will be too intent on subduing some rival chieftain, or circumventing some favourite at court, on gaining some heathy hill and lake, or adding to his bands some new troop of caterans, to inquire what she does, or how she amuses herself.
And then will canker sorrow eat her bud, And chase the native beauty from her cheek;And she will look as hollow as a ghost, And dim and meagre as an ague fit, And so she'll die.
And such a catastrophe of the most gentle creature on earth might have been prevented, if Mr.Edward Waverley had had his eyes! Upon my word, I cannot understand how I thought Flora so much---that is, so _very_ much---handsomer than Rose.
She is taller, indeed, and her manner more formed; but many people think Miss Bradwardine's more natural; and she is certainly much younger.I should think Flora is two years older than I am---I will look at them particularly this evening.''
And with this resolution, Waverley went to drink tea (as the fashion was Sixty years since) at the house of a lady of quality attached to the cause of the Chevalier, where he found, as he expected, both the ladies.All rose as he entered, but Flora immediately resumed her place, and the conversation in which she was engaged.Rose, on the contrary, almost imperceptiby, made a little way in the crowded circle for his advancing the corner of a chair.``Her manner, upon the whole, is most engaging,'' said Waverley to himself.
A dispute occurred whether the Gaelic or Italian language was most liquid, and best adapted for poetry; the opinion for the Gaelic, which probably might not have found supporters elsewhere, was here fiercely defended by seven Highland ladies, who talked at the top of their lungs, and screamed the company deaf, with examples of Celtic _euphonia._ Flora observing the Lowland ladies sneer at the comparison, produced some reasons to show that it was not altogether so absurd; but Rose, when asked for her opinion, gave it with animation, in praise of Italian, which she had studied with Waverley's assistance.``She has a more correct ear than Flora, though a less accomplished musician,'' said Waverley to himself.``I suppose Miss Mac-Ivor will next compare Mac-Murrough nan Fonn to Ariosto!''
Lastly, it so befell that the company differed whether Fergus should be asked to perform on the flute, at which he was an adept, or Waverley invited to read a play of Shakspeare; and the lady of the house good-humouredly undertook to collect the votes of the company for poetry or music, under the condition, that the gentleman whose talents were not laid under contribution that evening, should contribute them to enliven the next.It chanced that Rose had the casting vote.Now Flora, who seemed to impose it as a rule upon herself never to countenance any proposal which might seem to encourage Waverley, had voted for music, providing the Baron would take his violin to accompany Fergus.``I wish you joy of your taste, Miss Mac-Ivor,''
