‘Permit me another question, Mr. Waverley,’ said Major Melville.  ’Did you not receive repeated letters from your commanding-officer, warning you and commanding you to return to your post, and acquainting you with the use made of your name to spread discontent among your soldiers?’

’I never did, Major Melville.  One letter, indeed, I received from him, containing a civil intimation of his wish that I would employ my leave of absence otherwise than in constant residence at Bradwardine, as to which, I own, I thought he was not called on to interfere; and, finally, I received, on the same day on which I observed myself superseded in the Gazette, a second letter from Colonel Gardiner, commanding me to join the regiment,—­an order which, owing to my absence, already mentioned and accounted for, I received too late to be obeyed.  If there were any intermediate letters—­and certainly, from the Colonel’s high character, I think it probable that there were—­they have never reached me.’

‘I have omitted, Mr. Waverley,’ continued Major Melville, ’to inquire after a matter of less consequence, but which has nevertheless been publicly talked of to your disadvantage.  It is said that a treasonable toast having been proposed in your hearing and presence, you, holding his Majesty’s commission, suffered the task of resenting it to devolve upon another gentleman of the company.  This, sir, cannot be charged against you in a court of justice; but if, as I am informed, the officers of your regiment requested an explanation of such a rumour, as a gentleman and soldier, I cannot but be surprised that you did not afford it to them.’

This was too much.  Beset and pressed on every hand by accusations, in which gross falsehoods were blended with such circumstances of truth as could not fail to procure them credit,—­alone, unfriended, and in a strange land, Waverley almost gave up his life and honour for lost, and, leaning his head upon his hand, resolutely refused to answer any further questions, since the fair and candid statement he had already made had only served to furnish arms against him.

Without expressing either surprise or displeasure at the change in Waverley’s manner, Major Melville proceeded composedly to put several other queries to him.  ‘What does it avail me to answer you?’ said Edward, sullenly.  ’You appear convinced of my guilt, and wrest every reply I have made to support your own preconceived opinion.  Enjoy your supposed triumph, then, and torment me no further.  If I am capable of the cowardice and treachery your charge burdens me with, I am not worthy to be believed in any reply I can make to you.  If I am not deserving of your suspicion—­and God and my own conscience bear evidence with me that it is so—­then I do not see why I should, by my candour, lend my accusers arms against my innocence.  There is no reason I should answer a word more, and I am determined to abide by this resolution.’  And again he resumed his posture of sullen and determined silence.