But can you think the fierce, hot, furious spirits, of whose brawls we see much, and hear more, and who terrify me out of my life every day in the world, are at all to be compared to Waverley ?' 'I do not compare him with those uneducated men, my dear Rose.

I only lament, that, with his talents and genius, he does not assume that place in society for which they eminently fit him, and that he does not lend their full impulse to the noble cause in which he has enlisted.

Are there not Lochiel, and P--, and M--, and G--, all men of the highest education, as well as the first talents ?--why will he not stoop like them to be alive and useful ?--I often believe his zeal is frozen by that proud cold-blooded Englishman, whom he now lives with so much.' 'Colonel Talbot ?--he is a very disagreeable person, to be sure.

He looks as if he thought no Scottish woman worth the trouble of handing her a cup of tea.

But Waverley is so gentle, so well informed'-- 'Yes,' said Flora, smiling; 'he can admire the moon, and quote a stanza from Tasso.' 'Besides, you know how he fought,' added Miss Bradwardine.
'For mere fighting,' answered Flora, 'I believe all men (that is, who deserve the name) are pretty much alike; there is generally more courage required to run away.