“Sum ille miserrimus,” replied Richard, again shutting his eyes; for, strange as it may seem, the voice of his comrade Adam Hartley, though his presence might be of so much consequence in this emergency, conveyed a pang to his wounded pride. He was conscious of unkindly, if not hostile, feelings towards his old companion; he remembered the tone of superiority which he used to assume over him, and thus to lie stretched at his feet, and in a manner at his mercy, aggravated his distress, by the feelings of the dying chieftain, “Earl Percy sees my fall.” This was, however, too unreasonable an emotion to subsist above a minute. In the next, he availed himself of the Latin language, with which both were familiar, (for in that time the medical studies at the celebrated University of Edinburgh were, in a great measure, conducted in Latin,) to tell in a few words his own folly, and the villany of Hillary. “I must be gone instantly,” said Hartley--“Take courage--I trust to be able to assist you. In the meantime, take food and physic from none but my servant, who you see holds the sponge in his hand. You are in a place where a man's life has been taken for the sake of his gold sleeve-buttons.” “Stay yet a moment,” said Middlemas--“Let me remove this temptation from my dangerous neighbours.” He drew a small packet from his under waistcoat, and put it into Hartley's hands. “If I die,” he said, “be my heir. You deserve her better than I.” All answer was prevented by the hoarse voice of Seelencooper. “Well, Doctor, will you carry through your patient?” “Symptoms are dubious yet,” said the Doctor--“That was an alarming swoon. You must have him carried into the private ward, and my young man shall attend him. “Why, if you command it, Doctor, needs must;--but I can tell you there is a man we both know, that has a thousand reasons at least for keeping him in the public ward.” “I know nothing of your thousand reasons,” said Hartley; “I can only tell you that this young fellow is as well-limbed and likely a lad as the Company have among their recruits. It is my business to save him for their service, and if he dies by your neglecting what I direct, depend upon it I will not allow the blame to lie at my door. I will tell the General the charge I have given you.” “The General!” said Seelencooper, much embarrassed--“Tell the General?--ay, about his health. But you will not say any thing about what he may have said in his light-headed fits? My eyes! if you listen to what feverish patients say when the tantivy is in their brain, your back will soon break with tale-bearing, for I will warrant you plenty of them to carry.”