had suffered in proportion. I only made the passing reflection, that if he played the ungracious landlord, I would remain the shorter while his guest, and then hastened to salute Miss Vernon, who advanced cordially to meet me. Some show of greeting also passed between my cousins and me; but as I saw them maliciously bent upon criticising my dress and accoutrements, from the cap to the stirrup-irons, and sneering at whatever had a new or foreign appearance, I exempted myself from the task of paying them much attention; and assuming, in requital of their grins and whispers, an air of the utmost indifference and contempt, I attached myself to Miss Vernon, as the only person in the party whom I could regard as a suitable companion. By her side, therefore, we sallied forth to the destined cover, which was a dingle or copse on the side of an extensive common. As we rode thither, I observed to Diana, 'that I did not see my cousin Rashleigh in the field;' to which she replied,—'O no—he's a mighty hunter, but it's after the fashion of Nimrod, and his game is man.'
The dogs now brushed into the cover, with the appropriate encouragement from the hunters—all was business, bustle, and activity. My cousins were soon too much interested in the business of the morning to take any further notice of me, unless that I overheard Dickon the horse-jockey whisper to Wilfred the fool—'Look thou, an our French cousin be nat off a' first burst.'
To which Wilfred answered, 'Like enow, for he has a queer outlandish binding on's castor.'
Thorncliff, however, who in his rude way seemed not absolutely insensible to the beauty of his kinswoman, appeared determined to keep us company more closely than his brothers,—perhaps to watch what passed betwixt Miss Vernon and me—perhaps to enjoy my expected mishaps in the chase. In the last particular he was disappointed. After beating in vain for the greater part of the morning, a fox was at length found, who led us a chase of two hours, in the course of which, notwithstanding the ill-omened French binding upon my hat, I sustained my character as a horseman to the admiration of my uncle and Miss Vernon, and the secret disappointment of those who expected me to disgrace it. Reynard, however, proved too wily for his pursuers, and the hounds were at fault. I could at this time observe in Miss Vernon's manner an impatience of the close attendance which we received from Thorncliff Osbaldistone; and, as that active-spirited young lady never hesitated at taking the readiest means to gratify any wish of the moment, she said to him, in a tone of reproach—'I wonder, Thornie, what keeps you dangling at my horse's crupper all this morning, when you know the earths above Woolverton-mill are not stopt.'
'I know no such an thing then, Miss Die, for the miller swore himself as black as night, that he stopt them at twelve o'clock midnight that was.'
'O fie upon you, Thornie! would you trust to a miller's word?—and these earths, too, where we lost the fox three times this season! and you on your grey mare, that can gallop there and back in ten minutes!'
'Well, Miss Die, I'se go to Woolverton then, and if the earths are not stopt, I'se raddle Dick the miller's bones for him.'
'Do, my dear Thornie; horsewhip the rascal to purpose—via—fly away, and about it;'—Thorncliff went off at the gallop—'or get horsewhipt yourself, which will serve my purpose just as well.—I must teach them all discipline and obedience to the word of command. I am raising a regiment, you must know. Thornie shall be my sergeant- major, Dickon my riding-master, and Wilfred, with his deep dub-a-dub tones, that speak but three syllables at a time, my kettle-drummer.'
'And Rashleigh?'
'Rashleigh shall be my scout-master.' 'And will you find no employment for me, most lovely colonel?'
'You shall have the choice of being pay-master, or plunder-master, to the corps. But see how the dogs puzzle about there. Come, Mr. Frank, the scent's cold; they won't recover it there this while; follow me, I have a view to show you.'
And in fact, she cantered up to the top of a gentle hill, commanding an extensive prospect. Casting her eyes around, to see that no one was near us, she drew up her horse beneath a few birch-trees, which screened us from the rest of the hunting-field—'Do you see yon peaked, brown, heathy hill, having something like a whitish speck upon the side?'
'Terminating that long ridge of broken moorish uplands?—I see it distinctly.'
'That whitish speck is a rock called Hawkesmore-crag, and Hawkesmore-crag is in Scotland.'
'Indeed! I did not think we had been so near Scotland.'
'It is so, I assure you, and your horse will carry you there in two hours.'
'I shall hardly give him the trouble; why, the distance must be eighteen miles as the crow flies.'
'You may have my mare, if you think her less blown—I say, that in two hours you may be in Scotland.'
'And I say, that I have so little desire to be there, that if my horse's head were over the Border, I would not give his tail the trouble of following. What should I do in Scotland?'
'Provide for your safety, if I must speak plainly. Do you understand me now, Mr. Frank?'
'Not a whit; you are more and more oracular.'
'Then, on my word, you either mistrust me most unjustly, and are a better dissembler than Rashleigh Osbaldistone himself, or you know nothing of what is imputed to you; and then no wonder you stare at me in that grave manner, which I can scarce see without laughing.'
'Upon my word of honour, Miss Vernon,' said I, with an impatient feeling of her childish disposition to mirth, 'I have not the most distant conception of what you mean. I am happy to afford you any subject of amusement, but I am quite ignorant in what it consists.'
'Nay, there's no sound jest after all,' said the young lady, composing herself; 'only one looks so very ridiculous when he is fairly perplexed. But the matter is serious enough. Do you know one Moray, or Morris, or some such name?'
'Not that I can at present recollect.'
'Think a moment. Did you not lately travel with somebody of such a name?'
'The only man with whom I travelled for any length of time was a fellow whose soul seemed to lie in his portmanteau.'
'Then it was like the soul of the licentiate Pedro Garcias, which lay among the ducats in his leathern purse. That man has been robbed, and he has lodged an information against you, as connected with the violence done to him.'
'You jest, Miss Vernon!'
'I do not, I assure you—the thing is an absolute fact.'
'And do you,' said I, with strong indignation, which I did not attempt to suppress, 'do you suppose me capable of meriting such a charge?'
'You would call me out for it, I suppose, had I the advantage of being a man—You may do so as it is, if you like it—I can shoot flying, as well as leap a five-barred gate.'
'And are colonel of a regiment of horse besides,' replied I, reflecting how idle it was to be angry with her —'But do explain the present jest to me.'
'There's no jest whatever,' said Diana; 'you are accused of robbing this man, and my uncle believes it as well as I did.'
'Upon my honour, I am greatly obliged to my friends for their good opinion!'
'Now do not, if you can help it, snort, and stare, and snuff the wind, and look so exceedingly like a startled horse—There's no such offence as you suppose—you are not charged with any petty larceny or vulgar felony—by no means. This fellow was carrying money from Government, both specie and bills, to pay the troops in the north; and it is said he has been also robbed of some despatches of great consequence.'
'And so it is high treason, then, and not simple robbery, of which I am accused!'
'Certainly—which, you know, has been in all ages accounted the crime of a gentleman. You will find plenty in this country, and one not far from your elbow, who think it a merit to distress the Hanoverian government by every means possible.'
'Neither my politics nor my morals, Miss Vernon, are of a description so accommodating.'
'I really begin to believe that you are a Presbyterian and Hanoverian in good earnest. But what do you propose to do?'
'Instantly to refute this atrocious calumny.—Before whom,' I asked, 'was this extraordinary accusation laid.'
'Before old Squire Inglewood, who had sufficient unwillingness to receive it. He sent tidings to my uncle, I suppose, that he might smuggle you away into Scotland, out of reach of the warrant. But my uncle is sensible that
