I thought not of his ignorance of the causes of my satisfaction, of the doubts to which the circumstances of our interview would give birth, respecting the integrity of my purpose.
I forgot the artifices by which I had formerly been betrayed, and the embarrassments which a meeting with the victim of his artifices would excite in him; I thought only of the happiness which his recovery would confer upon his uncle and his cousins.
I advanced towards him with an air of congratulation, and offered him my hand.

He shrunk back, and exclaimed, in a feeble voice, "Who are you?
What business have you here ?" "I am the friend of Wallace, if he will allow me to be so.

I am a messenger from your uncle and cousins at _Malverton_.

I came to know the cause of your silence, and to afford you any assistance in my power." He continued to regard me with an air of suspicion and doubt.

These I endeavoured to remove by explaining the motives that led me hither.