Flockhart to Evan, as he
descended; 'I wish he may be weel,--the very veins on his brent brow are
swelled like whipcord: wad he no tak something?'
'He usually lets blood for these fits,' answered the Highland ancient
with great composure.
When this officer left the room, the Chieftain gradually reassumed some
degree of composure.--'I know, Waverley,' he said, 'that Colonel Talbot
has persuaded you to curse ten times a day your engagement with us; nay,
never deny it, for I am at this moment tempted to curse my own. Would
you believe it, I made this very morning two suits to the Prince, and he
has rejected them both: what do you think of it?'
'What can I think,' answered Waverley, 'till I know what your requests
were?'
'Why, what signifies what they were, man? I tell you it was I that made
them,--I, to whom he owes more than to any three who have joined the
standard; for I negotiated the whole business, and brought in all the
Perthshire men when not one would have stirred. I am not likely, I
think, to ask anything very unreasonable, and if I did they might have
stretched a point.--Well, but you shall know all, now that I can draw
my breath again with some freedom.
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