These sable functionaries acted as trumpeters, and speedily made the castle and the woods around it ring with their summons.
"Must you then leave us ?" said Lady Margaret, her heart sinking under recollection of former unhappy times; "had ye not better send to learn the force of the rebels ?--O, how many a fair face hae I heard these fearfu' sounds call away frae the Tower of Tillietudlem, that my auld een were ne'er to see return to it!" "It is impossible for me to stop," said Claverhouse; "there are rogues enough in this country to make the rebels five times their strength, if they are not checked at once." "Many," said Evandale, "are flocking to them already, and they give out that they expect a strong body of the indulged presbyterians, headed by young Milnwood, as they call him, the son of the famous old roundhead, Colonel Silas Morton." This speech produced a very different effect upon the hearers.

Edith almost sunk from her seat with terror, while Claverhouse darted a glance of sarcastic triumph at Major Bellenden, which seemed to imply--"You see what are the principles of the young man you are pleading for." "It's a lie--it's a d--d lie of these rascally fanatics," said the Major hastily.

"I will answer for Henry Morton as I would for my own son.

He is a lad of as good church-principles as any gentleman in the Life-Guards.

I mean no offence to any one.