But his
efforts were in vain; the father was too mighty for the Baron; the pride
of birth and rank were swept away: in the joyful surprise, a slight
convulsion passed rapidly over his features as he gave way to the
feelings of nature, threw his arms around Waverley's neck, and sobbed
out,--'My son! my son!--if I had been to search the world, I would have
made my choice here.' Edward returned the embrace with great sympathy of
feeling, and for a little while they both kept silence. At length it was
broken by Edward. But Miss Bradwardine?'
'She had never a will but her old father's; besides, you are a likely
youth, of honest principles and high birth; no, she never had any other
will than mine, and in my proudest days I could not have wished a mair
eligible espousal for her than the nephew of my excellent old friend,
Sir Everard.--But I hope, young man, ye deal na rashly in this matter?
I hope ye hae secured the approbation of your ain friends and allies,
particularly of your uncle, who is in LOCO PARENTIS? Ah! we maun tak
heed o' that.' Edward assured him that Sir Everard would think himself
highly honoured in the flattering reception his proposal had met with,
and that it had his entire approbation; in evidence of which, he put
Colonel Talbot's letter into the Baron's hand.
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