Walter Scott,
The Antiquary — Volume 02
“ Our Antiquary, his head wrapped warm in two double night-caps, was quietly enjoying his repose, when it was suddenly broken by the screams of his sister, his niece, and two maid-servants. "What the devil is the matter?" said he, starting up in his bed— "womankind in my room at this hour of night!—are ye all mad?" "The beacon, uncle!" said Miss M'Intyre. "The French coming to murder us!" screamed Miss Griselda. "The beacon! the beacon!—the French! the French!—murder! murder! and waur than murder!"—cried the two handmaidens, like the chorus of an opera. ”
