I sent a messenger down to Leith on purpose.'
'That will do excellently well. Captain Beaver is my particular friend:
he will put me ashore at Berwick or Shields, from whence I can ride post
to London;--and you must entrust me with the packet of papers which you
recovered by means of your Miss Bean Lean. I may have an opportunity
of using them to your advantage.--But I see your Highland friend,
Glen--what do you call his barbarous name? and his orderly with him--I
must not call him his orderly cut-throat any more, I suppose. See how he
walks as if the world were his own, with the bonnet on one side of his
head, and his plaid puffed out across his breast! I should like now to
meet that youth where my hands were not tied: I would tame his pride, or
he should tame mine,'
'For shame, Colonel Talbot! you swell at sight of tartan, as the bull
is said to do at scarlet. You and Mac-Ivor have some points not much
unlike, so far as national prejudice is concerned.'
The latter part of this discourse took place in the street. They passed
the Chief, the Colonel and he sternly and punctiliously greeting each
other, like two duellists before they take their ground.
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