CHAPTER LXVII.
Happy 's the wooing That's not long a-doing.
When the first rapturous sensation occasioned by these excellent tidings had somewhat subsided, Edward proposed instantly to go down to the glen to acquaint the Baron with their import.

But the cautious Bailie justly observed, that if the Baron were to appear instantly in public, the tenantry and villagers might become riotous in expressing their joy, and give offence to 'the powers that be,' a sort of persons for whom the Bailie always had unlimited respect.

He therefore proposed that Mr.
Waverley should go to Janet Gellatley's, and bring the Baron up under cloud of night to Little Veolan, where he might once more enjoy the luxury of a good bed.

In the meanwhile, he said, he himself would go to Captain Foster, and show him the Baron's protection, and obtain his countenance for harbouring him that night,--and he would have horses ready on the morrow to set him on his way to the Duchran along with Mr.Stanley, 'whilk denomination, I apprehend, your honour will for the present retain,' said the Bailie.
'Certainly, Mr.Macwheeble; but will you not go down to the glen yourself in the evening to meet your patron ?' 'That I wad wi' a' my heart; and mickle obliged to your honour for putting me in mind o' my bounden duty.

But it will be past sunset afore I get back frae the Captain's, and at these unsonsy hours the glen has a bad name--there's something no that canny about auld Janet Gellatley.
The Laird he'll no believe thae things, but he was aye ower rash and venturesome--and feared neither man nor deevil--and sae's seen o't.
But right sure am I Sir George Mackenyie says, that no divine can doubt there are witches, since the Bible says thou shalt not suffer them to live; and that no lawyer in Scotland can doubt it, since it is punishable with death by our law.