We return to Halbert Glendinning, who, as our readers may remember,
took the high road to Edinburgh. His intercourse with the preacher,
Henry Warden, from whom he received a letter at the moment of his
deliverance, had been so brief, that he had not even learned the name
of the nobleman to whose care he was recommended. Something like a
name had been spoken indeed, but he had only comprehended that he was
to meet the chief advancing towards the south, at the head of a party
of horse. When day dawned on his journey he was in the same
uncertainty. A better scholar would have been informed by the address
of the letter, but Halbert had not so far profited by Father Eustace's
lessons as to be able to decipher it. His mother-wit taught him that
he must not, in such uncertain times, be
