 hardly trust
him with a long message by word of mouth - though he is more knave than fool.«
    Waverley delivered his credentials to Mr. Gellatley, who seemed to confirm
the butler's last observation, by twisting his features at him, when he was
looking another way, into the resemblance of the grotesque face on the bowl of a
German tobacco-pipe; after which, with an odd congé to Waverley, he danced off
to discharge his errand.
    »He is an innocent, sir,« said the butler; »there is one such in almost
every town in the country, but ours is brought far ben. He used to work a day's
turn weel eneugh; but he help'd Miss Rose when she was flemit with the Laird of
Killancureit's new English bull, and since that time we ca' him Davie Do-little;
indeed we might ca' him Davie Do-naething, for since he got that gay clothing,
to please his honour and my young mistress (great folks will have their
fancies), he has done naething but dance up and down about the toun, without
doing a single turn, unless trimming the laird's fishing-wand or busking his
flies, or maybe catching a dish of trouts at an orra-time. But here comes Miss
Rose, who, I take burden upon me for her, will be especially glad to see one of
the house of Waverley at her father's mansion at Tully-Veolan.«
    But Rose Bradwardine deserves better of her unworthy historian, than to be
introduced at the end of a chapter. In the meanwhile it may be noticed, that
Waverley learned two things from this colloquy; that in Scotland a single house
was called a town, and a natural fool an innocent.17
 

                                 Chapter Tenth.

                        Rose Bradwardine and her Father.

Miss Bradwardine was but seventeen; yet, at the last races of the county town of
--, upon her health being proposed among a round of beauties, the Laird of
Bumperquaigh, permanent toast-master and croupier of the Bautherwhillery Club,
not only said More to the pledge in a pint bumper of Bourdeaux, but, ere pouring
forth the libation, denominated the divinity to whom it was dedicated, »the Rose
of Tully-Veolan;« upon which festive occasion, three cheers were given by all
the sitting members of that respectable society, whose throats the wine had left
capable of such exertion. Nay, I am well assured, that the sleeping partners of
the company snorted applause, and that although strong bumpers and weak brains
