On the other side, half concealed by the open door, yet apparently seeking that concealment reluctantly, with a cocked pistol in his right hand, and his left in the act of drawing another from his belt, stood a tall bony gaunt figure in the remnants of a faded uniform, and a beard of three weeks' growth.
It was the Baron of Bradwardine.

It is unnecessary to add, that he threw aside his weapon, and greeted Waverley with a hearty embrace..