He then, for the first time since leaving Edinburgh, began to experience
that pleasure which almost all feel who return to a verdant, populous,
and highly cultivated country, from scenes of waste desolation, or of
solitary and melancholy grandeur. But how were those feelings enhanced
when he entered on the domain so long possessed by his forefathers;
recognized the old oaks of Waverley-Chase; thought with what delight he
should introduce Rose to all his favourite haunts; beheld at length the
towers of the venerable hall arise above the woods which embowered it,
and finally threw himself into the arms of the venerable relations to
whom he owed so much duty and affection!
The happiness of their meeting was not tarnished by a single word of
reproach. On the contrary, whatever pain Sir Everard and Mrs. Rachel had
felt during Waverley's perilous engagement with the young Chevalier, it
assorted too well with the principles in which they had been brought up,
to incur reprobation, or even censure. Colonel Talbot also had smoothed
the way, with great address, for Edward's favourable reception,
by dwelling upon his gallant behaviour in the military character,
particularly his bravery and generosity at Preston; until, warmed at the
idea of their nephew's engaging in single combat, making prisoner,
and saving from slaughter, so distinguished an officer as the Colonel
himself, the imagination of the Baronet and his sister ranked the
exploits of Edward with those of Wilibert, Hildebrand, and Nigel, the
vaunted heroes of their line.
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