eager than ever—he talked of men to be presently brought together, and of your name and influence for raising them. At this very time, your first visit to Brokenburn took place. A suspicion arose in my uncle's mind, that you might be the youth he sought, and it was strengthened by papers and letters which the rascal Nixon did not hesitate to take from your pocket. Yet a mistake might have occasioned a fatal explosion; and my uncle, therefore, posted to Edinburgh, to follow out the clue he had obtained, and fished enough of information from old Mr. Fairford to make him certain that you were the person he sought. Meanwhile, and at the expense of some personal and perhaps too bold exertion, I endeavoured, through your friend young Fairford, to put you on your guard.”

"Without success," said Darsie, blushing under his mask, when he recollected how he had mistaken his sister's meaning.

"I do not wonder that my warning was fruitless," said she ; "the thing was doomed to be. Besides, your escape would have been difficult. You were dogged the whole time you were at the Shepherd's Bush and at Mount Sharon, by a spy, who scarcely ever left you.” "The wretch, little Benjie!" exclaimed Darsie. will ring the monkey's neck round, the first time we meet." "It was he indeed who gave constant information of your motions to Cristal Nixon," said Lilias.

"I

"And Cristal Nixon-I owe him, too, a day's work in harvest," said Darsie; "for I am mistaken if he is not the person that struck me down when I was made prisoner among the rioters."

“Like enough; for he has a head and hand for any villany. My uncle was very angry about it; for though the riot was made to have an opportunity of carrying you off in the confusion, as well as to put the fishermen at variance with the public law, it would have been his last thought to have injured a hair of your head. But Nixon has insinuated himself into all my uncle's secrets; and some of these are so dark and dangerous, that though there are few things he would not dare, I doubt if he dare

quarrel with him.-And yet I know that of Cristal, would nove my uncle to pass his sword through his body."

“What is it, for Heaven's sake ?" said Darsie. "I have a particular desire for wishing to know."

"The old, brutal desperado, whose face and mind are a libel upon human nature, has had the insolence to speak to his master's niece as one whom he was at liberty to admire; and, when I turned on him with the anger and contempt he merited, the wretch grumbled out something, as if he held the destiny of our family in his hand."

"I thank you, Lilias," said Darsie, eagerly," I thank you with all my heart for this communication. I have blamed myself as a christian man for the indescribable longing I felt, from the first moment I saw that rascal, to send a bullet through his head; and now you have perfectly accounted for and justified this very laudable wish. I wonder my uncle, with the powerful sense you describe him to be possessed of, does not see through such a villain.”

"I believe he knows him to be capable of much evil," answered Lilias-" selfish, obdurate, brutal, and a manhater. But then he conceives him to possess the qualities most requisite for a conspirator,―undaunted courage, imperturbable coolness and address, and inviolable fidelity. In the last particular he may be mistaken. I have heard Nixon blamed for the manner in which our poor father was taken after Culloden.".

"Another reason for my innate aversion," said Darsie; "but I will be on my guard with him."

"See, he observes us closely," said Lilias.

"What

a thing is conscience !-He knows we are now speaking of him, though he cannot have heard a word that we have said."

It seemed as if she had guessed truly; for Cristal Nixon. at that moment rode up to them, and said, with an affectation of jocularity which sat very ill upon his sullen features, "Come, young ladies, you have had time enough your chat this morning, and your tongues, I think, must be tired. We are going to pass a village, and I must beg you to separate ;-you, Miss Lilias, to ride a little behind

for

-and you, Mrs., or Miss, or Master, whichever you choose to be called, to be jogging a little bit before."

Lilias checked her horse without speaking, but not until she had given her brother an expressive look, recommending caution; to which he replied by a signal, indicating that be understood and would comply with her request.

CHAPTER XII.

NARRATIVE OF DARSIE LATIMER CONTINUED.

LEFT to his solitary meditations, Darsie (for we will still term Sir Arthur Darsie Redgauntlet of that Ilk, by the name to which the reader is habituated) was surprised not only at the alteration of his own state and condition, but at the equanimity with which he felt himself disposed to view all these vicissitudes.

His fever-fit of love had departed like a morning's dream, and left nothing behind but a painful sense of shame, and a resolution to be more cautious ere he again indulged in such romantic visions. His station in society was changed from that of a wandering, unowned youth, in whom none appeared to take an interest, excepting the strangers by whom he had been educated, to the heir of a noble house, possessed of such influence and such property, that it seemed as if the progress or arrest of important political events were likely to depend upon his resolution. Even this sudden elevation, the more than fulfilment of those wishes which had haunted him ever since he was able to form a wish on the subject, was contemplated by Darsie, volatile as his disposition was, without more than a few thrills of gratified vanity.

It is true there were circumstances in his present situation to counterbalance such high advantages. To be a prisoner in the hands of a man so determined as his uncle

was no agreeable consideration, when he was calculating how he might best dispute his pleasure, and refuse to join him in the perilous enterprize which he seemed to meditate. Outlawed and desperate himself, Darsie could not doubt that his uncle was surrounded by men capable of anything, that he was restrained by no personal considerations,—and, therefore, what degree of compulsion he might apply to his brother's son, or in what manner he might feel at liberty to punish his contumacy, should he disavow the Jacobite cause, must depend entirely upon the limits of his own conscience; and who was to an

swer for the conscience of a heated enthusiast, who considers opposition to the party he has espoused as treason to the welfare of his country? After a short interval, Cristal Nixon was pleased to throw some light upon the subject which agitated him.

When that grim satellite rode up without ceremony close to Darsie's side, the latter felt his very flesh creep with abhorrence, so little was he able to endure his presence, since the story of Lilias had added to his instinctive hatred of the man. His voice, too, sounded like that of a screech-owl, as he said, "So, my young cock of the north, you now know it all, and no doubt are blessing your for stirring you up to such an honourable action."

uncle

"I will acquaint my uncle with my sentiments on the subject, before I make them known to any one else," said Darsie, scarcely prevailing. on his tongue to utter even these few words in a civil manner.

But

"Umph," murmured Cristal between his teeth. "Close as wax, I see; and perhaps not quite so pliable. take care, my pretty youth," he added, scornfully; "Hugh Redgauntlet will prove a rough colt-breaker,-he will neither spare whip-cord nor spur-rowel, I promise you."

"I have already said, Mr. Nixon," answered Darsie, "that I will canvass those matters of which my sister has informed me, with my uncle himself, and with no other person."

Nay, but a word of friendly advice would do you no harm, young master," replied Nixon. "Old Redgauntlet is apter at a blow than a word—likely to bite before he barks—the true man for giving Scarborough warning, first knock you down, then bid you stand--So, methinks, a little kind warning as to consequences were not amiss, lest they come upon you unawares.”

"If the warning is really kind, Mr. Nixon,” said the young man, "I will hear it thankfully; and indeed, if otherwise, I must listen to it whether I will or no, since I have at present no choice of company or of conversation.”

"Nay, I have but little to say," said Nixon, affecting to give to his sullen and dogged manner the appearance of an honest bluntness; "I am as little apt to throw away words as any one. But here is the question-Will you join heart and hand with your uncle, or no?"

“What if I should say Ay?" said Darsie, determined, if possible, to conceal his resolution from this man.

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Why, then," said Nixon, somewhat surprised at the readiness of his answer, "all will go smooth of course-you will take share in this noble undertaking, and, when it succeeds, you will exchange your open helmet for an Earl's coronet, perhaps."

"And how if it fails?" said Darsie.

"Thereafter as it may be," said Nixon ; play at bowls must meet with rubbers."

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they who

"Well, but suppose, then, I have some foolish tenderness for my windpipe, and that, when my uncle proposes the adventure to me, I should say No-how then, Mr. Nixon ?"

“Why, then, I would have you look to yourself, young master-There are sharp laws in France against refractory pupils-lettres de cachet are easily come by when such men as we are concerned with interest themselves in the matter."

"But we are not in France," said poor Darsie, through whose blood ran a cold shivering at the idea of a French prison.