[Waverley by Sir Walter Scott]@TWC D-Link bookWaverley CHAPTER LXXI 3/9
After the ceremony of introduction had been gone through, much abridged by the ease and excellent breeding of Lady Emily, she apologized for having used a little art to wile them back to a place which might awaken some painful reflections--'But as it was to change masters, we were very desirous that the Baron'-- 'Mr.Bradwardine, madam, if you please,' said the old gentleman. '-- Mr.Bradwardine, then, and Mr.Waverley, should see what we have done towards restoring the mansion of your fathers to its former state.' The Baron answered with a low bow.
Indeed, when he entered the court, excepting that the heavy stables, which had been burnt down, were replaced by buildings of a lighter and more picturesque appearance, all seemed as much as possible restored to the state in which he had left it when he assumed arms some months before.
The pigeon-house was replenished; the fountain played with its usual activity; and not only the Bear who predominated over its basin, but all the other Bears whatsoever, were replaced on their several stations, and renewed or repaired with so much care, that they bore no tokens of the violence which had so lately descended upon them.
While these minutiae had been so heedfully attended to, it is scarce necessary to add, that the house itself had been thoroughly repaired, as well as the gardens, with the strictest attention to maintain the original character of both, and to remove, as far as possible, all appearance of the ravage they had sustained.
The Baron gazed in silent wonder; at length he addressed Colonel Talbot: 'While I acknowledge my obligation to you, sir, for the restoration of the badge of our family, I cannot but marvel that you have nowhere established your own crest, whilk is, I believe, a mastiff, anciently called a talbot; as the poet has it, A talbot strong--a sturdy tyke. At least such a dog is the crest of the martial and renowned Earls of Shrewsbury, to whom your family are probably blood relations.' 'I believe,' said the Colonel, smiling, 'our dogs are whelps of the same litter: for my part, if crests were to dispute precedence, I should be apt to let them, as the proverb says, "fight dog, fight bear."' As he made this speech, at which the Baron took another long pinch of snuff, they had entered the house--that is, the Baron, Rose, and Lady Emily, with young Stanley and the Bailie, for Edward and the rest of the party remained on the terrace, to examine a new greenhouse stocked with the finest plants.
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