‘It is for Fergus’s bridal,’ she said, smiling.

‘Indeed!’ said Edward; ’he has kept his secret well.  I hope he will allow me to be his bride’s-man.’

‘That is a man’s office, but not yours, as Beatrice says,’ retorted Flora.

’And who is the fair lady, may I be permitted to ask, Miss Mac-Ivor?’

’Did not I tell you long since that Fergus wooed no bride but Honour?’ answered Flora.

’And am I then incapable of being his assistant and counsellor in the pursuit of honour?’ said our hero, colouring deeply.  ’Do I rank so low in your opinion?’

’Far from it, Captain Waverley.  I would to God you were of our determination! and made use of the expression which displeased you, solely

    Because you are not of our quality,
    But stand against us as an enemy.’

‘That time is past, sister,’ said Fergus; ’and you may wish Edward Waverley (no longer captain) joy of being freed from the slavery to an usurper, implied in that sable and ill-omened emblem.’

‘Yes,’ said Waverley, undoing the cockade from his hat, ’it has pleased the king who bestowed this badge upon me to resume it in a manner which leaves me little reason to regret his service.’

‘Thank God for that!’ cried the enthusiast; ’and O that they may be blind enough to treat every man of honour who serves them with the same indignity, that I may have less to sigh for when the struggle approaches!’

‘And now, sister,’ said the Chieftain, ’replace his cockade with one of a more lively colour.  I think it was the fashion of the ladies of yore to arm and send forth their knights to high achievement.’

‘Not,’ replied the lady, ’till the knight adventurer had well weighed the justice and the danger of the cause, Fergus.  Mr. Waverley is just now too much agitated by feelings of recent emotion for me to press upon him a resolution of consequence.’

Waverley felt half alarmed at the thought of adopting the badge of what was by the majority of the kingdom esteemed rebellion, yet he could not disguise his chagrin at the coldness with which Flora parried her brother’s hint.  ’Miss Mac-Ivor, I perceive, thinks the knight unworthy of her encouragement and favour,’ said he, somewhat bitterly.

‘Not so, Mr. Waverley,’ she replied, with great sweetness.  ’Why should I refuse my brother’s valued friend a boon which I am distributing to his whole clan?  Most willingly would I enlist every man of honour in the cause to which my brother has devoted himself.  But Fergus has taken his measures with his eyes open.  His life has been devoted to this cause from his cradle; with him its call is sacred, were it even a summons to the tomb.  But how can I wish you, Mr. Waverley, so new to the world, so far from every friend who might advise and ought to influence you,—­in a moment, too, of sudden pique and indignation,—­how can I wish you to plunge yourself at once into so desperate an enterprise?’