"
"Attention!" from old Sam, in a voice that startled almost every one
present.
"Yes, my lord, I must fulfil my work. Stand forward, Sir Edward Gourlay.
Stand forward, and go to your affectionate mother's arms."
"I fear the old man is unsettled, certainly," said his lordship. "Sir
Edward Gourlay!--there is no Sir Edward Gourlay here."
"Attention, Ned!" exclaimed old Sam, again taking the head of his cane
out of his mouth, where it had got a merciless mumbling for some time
past. "Attention, Ned! you're called, my boy."
Old Corbet went over to Ensign Roberts, and taking him by the hand, led
him to Lady Gourlay, exclaiming, "There, my lady, is your son, and proud
you may be out of him. There is the real heir of the Gourlay name and
the Gourlay property. Look at him and his cousin, your niece, and see
how they resemble one another. Look at his father's features in
his face; but I have plenty of proof, full satisfaction to give you
besides."
Lady Gourlay became pale as death. "Mysterious and just Providence," she
exclaimed, "can this be true? But it is--it must--there are the features
of his departed father--his figure--his every look.
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