Themummery，too，ofexposingthesenselesshead-theyhavenotthewittograceminewithapapercoronet；therewouldbesomesatireinthat，Edward。IhopetheywillsetitontheScotchgatethough，thatImaylook，evenafterdeath，tothebluehillsofmyowncountry，whichIlovesodearly。TheBaronwouldhaveadded，Moritur，etmoriensdulces，reminisciturArgos。’’
Abustle，andthesoundofwheelsandhorses’feet，wasnowheardinthecourt-yardoftheCastle。AsIhavetoldyouwhyyoumustnotfollowme，andthesesoundsadmonishmethatmytimefliesfast，tellmehowyoufoundpoorFlora？’’
Waverley，withavoiceinterruptedbysuffocatingsensations，gavesomeaccountofthestateofhermind。
PoorFlora！’’answeredtheChief，Shecouldhaveborneherownsentenceofdeath，butnotmine。You，Waverley，willsoonknowthehappinessofmutualaffectioninthemarriedstate-long，long，mayRoseandyouenjoyit！-butyoucanneverknowthepurityoffeelingwhichcombinestwoorphans，likeFloraandme，leftaloneasitwereintheworld，andbeingallinalltoeachotherfromourveryinfancy。Butherstrongsenseofduty，andpredominantfeelingofloyalty，willgivenewnervetohermindaftertheimmediateandacutesensationofthispartinghaspassedaway。ShewillthenthinkofFergusasoftheheroesofourrace，uponwhosedeedsshelovedtodwell。’’
Shallshenotseeyou，then？’’askedWaverley。Sheseemedtoexpectit。’’