She was quite alone, and as soon as she observed his approach she rose and came to meet him.  Edward attempted to say something within the verge of ordinary compliment and conversation, but found himself unequal to the task.  Flora seemed at first equally embarrassed, but recovered herself more speedily, and (an unfavourable augury for Waverley’s suit) was the first to enter upon the subject of their last interview.  ’It is too important, in every point of view, Mr. Waverley, to permit me to leave you in doubt on my sentiments.’

‘Do not speak them speedily,’ said Waverley, much agitated, ’unless they are such as I fear, from your manner, I must not dare to anticipate.  Let time—­let my future conduct—­let your brother’s influence—­’

‘Forgive me, Mr. Waverley,’ said Flora, her complexion a little heightened, but her voice firm and composed.  ’I should incur my own heavy censure did I delay expressing my sincere conviction that I can never regard you otherwise than as a valued friend.  I should do you the highest injustice did I conceal my sentiments for a moment.  I see I distress you, and I grieve for it, but better now than later; and O, better a thousand times, Mr. Waverley, that you should feel a present momentary disappointment than the long and heart-sickening griefs which attend a rash and ill-assorted marriage!’

‘Good God!’ exclaimed Waverley, ’why should you anticipate such consequences from a union where birth is equal, where fortune is favourable, where, if I may venture to say so, the tastes are similar, where you allege no preference for another, where you even express a favourable opinion of him whom you reject?’

‘Mr. Waverley, I have that favourable opinion,’ answered Flora; ’and so strongly that, though I would rather have been silent on the grounds of my resolution, you shall command them, if you exact such a mark of my esteem and confidence.’

She sat down upon a fragment of rock, and Waverley, placing himself near her, anxiously pressed for the explanation she offered.

‘I dare hardly,’ she said, ’tell you the situation of my feelings, they are so different from those usually ascribed to young women at my period of life; and I dare hardly touch upon what I conjecture to be the nature of yours, lest I should give offence where I would willingly administer consolation.  For myself, from my infancy till this day I have had but one wish—­the restoration of my royal benefactors to their rightful throne.  It is impossible to express to you the devotion of my feelings to this single subject; and I will frankly confess that it has so occupied my mind as to exclude every thought respecting what is called my own settlement in life.  Let me but live to see the day of that happy restoration, and a Highland cottage, a French convent, or an English palace will be alike indifferent to me.’

’But, dearest Flora, how is your enthusiastic zeal for the exiled family inconsistent with my happiness?’