'Why should I refuse my brother's valued friend a boon which I am distributing to his whole clan?
Most willingly would I enlist every man of honour in the cause to which my brother has devoted himself.

But Fergus has taken his measures with his eyes open.

His life has been devoted to this cause from his cradle; with him its call is sacred, were it even a summons to the tomb.

But how can I wish you, Mr.Waverley, so new to the world, so far from every friend who might advise and ought to influence you,--in a moment too of sudden pique and indignation,--how can I wish you to plunge yourself at once into so desperate an enterprise ?' Fergus, who did not understand these delicacies, strode through the apartment biting his lip, and then, with a constrained smile, said, 'Well, sister, I leave you to act your new character of mediator between the Elector of Hanover and the subjects of your lawful sovereign and benefactor,' and left the room.
There was a painful pause, which was at length broken by Miss Mac-Ivor.
'My brother is unjust,' she said, 'because he can bear no interruption that seems to thwart his loyal zeal.' 'And do you not share his ardour ?' asked Waverley.
'Do I not ?' answered Flora--'God knows mine exceeds his, if that be possible.

But I am not, like him, rapt by the bustle of military preparation, and the infinite detail necessary to the present undertaking, beyond consideration of the grand principles of justice and truth, on which our enterprise is grounded; and these, I am certain, can only be furthered by measures in themselves true and just.