Waverley's step made her start, look up, and fall a-trembling, so much had her nerves been on the rack for her patron's safety.

With difficulty Waverley made her comprehend that the Baron was now safe from personal danger; and when her mind had admitted that joyful news, it was equally hard to make her believe that he was not to enter again upon possession of his estate.

'It behoved to be,' she said, 'he wad get it back again; naebody wad be sae gripple as to tak his gear after they had gi'en him a pardon: and for that Inch-Grabbit, I could whiles wish mysell a witch for his sake, if I werena feared the Enemy wad tak me at my word.' Waverley then gave her some money, and promised that her fidelity should be rewarded.

'How can I be rewarded, sir, sae weel, as just to see my auld maister and Miss Rose come back and bruik their ain ?' Waverley now took leave of Janet, and soon stood beneath the Baron's Patmos.

At a low whistle, he observed the veteran peeping out to reconnoitre, like an old badger with his head out of his hole.