 for a wheen bits o' scarted paper?«
    The reader is aware that she took an opportunity of executing this purpose
on the eve of Waverley's leaving the glen.
    How Donald executed his enterprise, the reader is aware. But the expulsion
of the military from Tully-Veolan had given alarm, and, while he was lying in
wait for Gilfillan, a strong party, such as Donald did not care to face, was
sent to drive back the insurgents in their turn, to encamp there, and to protect
the country. The officer, a gentleman and a disciplinarian, neither intruded
himself on Miss Bradwardine, whose unprotected situation he respected, nor
permitted his soldiers to commit any breach of discipline. He formed a little
camp, upon an eminence near the house of Tully-Veolan, and placed proper guards
at the passes in the vicinity. This unwelcome news reached Donald Bean Lean as
he was returning to Tully-Veolan. Determined, however, to obtain the guerdon of
his labour, he resolved, since approach to Tully-Veolan was impossible, to
deposit his prisoner in Janet's cottage - a place the very existence of which
could hardly have been suspected even by those who had long lived in the
vicinity, unless they had been guided thither, and which was utterly unknown to
Waverley himself. This effected, he claimed and received his reward. Waverley's
illness was an event which deranged all their calculations. Donald was obliged
to leave the neighbourhood with his people, and to seek more free course for his
adventures elsewhere. At Rose's earnest entreaty, he left an old man, a
herbalist, who was supposed to understand a little of medicine, to attend
Waverley during his illness.
    In the meanwhile, new and fearful doubts started in Rose's mind. They were
suggested by old Janet, who insisted, that a reward having been offered for the
apprehension of Waverley, and his own personal effects being so valuable, there
was no saying to what breach of faith Donald might be tempted. In an agony of
grief and terror, Rose took the daring resolution of explaining to the Prince
himself the danger in which Mr. Waverley stood, judging that, both as a
politician, and a man of honour and humanity, Charles Edward would interest
himself to prevent his falling into the hands of the opposite party. This letter
she at first thought of sending anonymously, but naturally feared it would not,
in that case, be credited. She therefore subscribed her name, though with
reluctance and terror, and consigned it in charge to a young man, who
