I sent a messenger down to Leith on purpose.' 'That will do excellently well.

Captain Beaver is my particular friend: he will put me ashore at Berwick or Shields, from whence I can ride post to London;--and you must entrust me with the packet of papers which you recovered by means of your Miss Bean Lean.

I may have an opportunity of using them to your advantage .-- But I see your Highland friend, Glen--what do you call his barbarous name?
and his orderly with him--I must not call him his orderly cut-throat any more, I suppose.

See how he walks as if the world were his own, with the bonnet on one side of his head, and his plaid puffed out across his breast! I should like now to meet that youth where my hands were not tied: I would tame his pride, or he should tame mine,' 'For shame, Colonel Talbot! you swell at sight of tartan, as the bull is said to do at scarlet.

You and Mac-Ivor have some points not much unlike, so far as national prejudice is concerned.' The latter part of this discourse took place in the street.