While the old gentleman, pleased with Miss Mannering's liveliness and attention, rattled away for her amusement and his own, the impatience of Colonel Mannering began to exceed all bounds. He declined sitting down at table, under pretence that he never ate supper; and traversed the parlour, in which they were, with hasty and impatient steps, now throwing tip the window to gaze upon the dark lawn, now listening for the remote sound of the carriage advancing up the avenue. At length, in a feeling of uncontrollable impatience, he left the room, took his hat and cloak, and pursued his walk up the avenue, as if his so doing would hasten the approach of those whom he desired to see. "I really wish," said Miss Bertram, "Colonel Mannering would not venture out after nightfall. You must have heard, Mr. Pleydell, what a cruel fright we had." "Oh, with the smugglers?" replied the advocate--"they are old friends of mine. I was the means of bringing some of them to justice a long time since, when Sheriff of this county." "And then the alarm we had immediately afterwards," added Miss Bertram, from the vengeance of one of these wretches." "When young Hazlewood was hurt--I heard of that too." "Imagine, my dear Mr. Pleydell," continued Lucy, "how much Miss Mannering and I were alarmed, when a ruffian, equally dreadful for his great strength, and the sternness of his features, rushed out upon us!" "You must know, Mr. Pleydell," said Julia, unable to suppress her resentment at this undesigned aspersion of her admirer, "that young Hazlewood is so handsome in the eyes of the Young ladies of this country, that they think every person shocking who comes near him." "Oho!" thought Pleydell, who was by profession an observer of tones and gestures, "there's something wrong here between my young friends.--Well, Miss Mannering, I have not seen young Hazlewood since he was a boy, so the ladies may be perfectly right; but I can assure you, in spite of your scorn, that if you want to see handsome men you must go to Holland; the prettiest fellow I ever saw was a Dutchman, in spite of his being called Vanbost, or Vanbuster, or some such barbarous name. He will not be quite so handsome now, to be sure." It was now Julia's turn to look a little out of countenance at the chance hit of her learned admirer, but that instant the Colonel entered the room. "I can hear nothing of them yet," he said "still, however, we will not separate--Where is Dominie Sampson?" "Here, honoured sir." "What is that book you hold in your hand, Mr. Sampson?" "It's even the learned De Lyra, sir--I would crave his honour Mr. Pleydell's judgment, always with his best leisure, to expound a disputed passage." "I am not in the vein, Mr. Sampson," answered Pleydell; "here's metal more attractive--I do not despair to engage these two young ladies in a glee or a catch, wherein I, even I myself, will adventure myself for the bass part--Hang De Lyra, man; keep him for a fitter season."