nests, break glasses, and ultimately steal my spectacles, except that he felt that noble emulation which swells in the bosom of the masculine ***, which has conducted him to Flanders with a musket on his shoulder, and doubtless will promote him to a glorious halbert, or even to the gallows? And why does this girl, his full sister, Jenny Rintherout, move in the same vocation with safe and noiseless step--shod, or unshod--soft as the pace of a cat, and docile as a spaniel--Why? but because she is in her vocation.Let them minister to us, Sir Arthur,--let them minister, I say,--it's the only thing they are fit for.All ancient legislators, from Lycurgus to Mahommed, corruptly called Mahomet, agree in putting them in their proper and subordinate rank, and it is only the crazy heads of our old chivalrous ancestors that erected their Dulcineas into despotic princesses.''
Miss Wardour protested loudly against this ungallant doctrine;but the bell now rung for dinner.
``Let me do all the offices of fair courtesy to so fair an antagonist,'' said the old gentleman, offering his arm.``Iremember, Miss Wardour, Mahommed (vulgarly Mahomet) had some hesitation about the mode of summoning his Moslemah to prayer.He rejected bells as used by Christians, trumpets as the summons of the Guebres, and finally adopted the human voice.I have had equal doubt concerning my dinner-call.
Gongs, now in present use, seemed a newfangled and heathenish invention, and the voice of the female womankind I rejected as equally shrill and dissonant; wherefore, contrary to the said Mahommed, or Mahomet, I have resumed the bell.It has a local propriety, since it was the conventual signal for spreading the repast in their refectory, and it has the advantage over the tongue of my sister's prime minister, Jenny, that, though not quite so loud and shrill, it ceases ringing the instant you drop the bell-rope: whereas we know, by sad experience, that any attempt to silence Jenny, only wakes the sympathetic chime of Miss Oldbuck and Mary M`Intyre to join in chorus.''
With this discourse he led the way to his dining-parlour, which Lovel had not yet seen;--it was wainscotted, and contained some curious paintings.The dining-table was attended by Jenny; but an old superintendent, a sort of female butler, stood by the sideboard, and underwent the burden of bearing several reproofs from Mr.Oldbuck, and inuendos, not so much marked, but not less cutting, from his sister.
The dinner was such as suited a professed antiquary, comprehending many savoury specimens of Scottish viands, now disused at the tables of those who affect elegance.There was the relishing Solan goose, whose smell is so powerful that he is never cooked within doors.Blood-raw he proved to be on this occasion, so that Oldbuck half threatened to throw the greasy sea-fowl at the head of the negligent housekeeper, who acted as priestess in presenting this odoriferous offering.But, by good-hap, she had been most fortunate in the hotch-potch, which was unanimously pronounced to be inimitable.``I knew we should succeed here,'' said Oldbuck exultingly, ``for Davie Dibble, the gardener (an old bachelor like myself), takes care the rascally women do not dishonour our vegetables.And here is fish and sauce, and crappit-heads--I acknowledge our womankind excel in that dish--it procures them the pleasure of scolding, for half an hour at least, twice a-week, with auld Maggy Mucklebackit, our fish-wife.The chicken-pie, Mr.
Lovel, is made after a recipe bequeathed to me by my departed grandmother of happy memory--And if you will venture on a glass of wine, you will find it worthy of one who professes the maxim of King Alphonso of Castile,--Old wood to burn--old books to read--old wine to drink--and old friends, Sir Arthur --ay, Mr.Lovel, and young friends too, to converse with.''
``And what news do you bring us from Edinburgh, Monkbarns?''
said Sir Arthur; ``how wags the world in Auld Reekie?''
``Mad, Sir Arthur, mad--irretrievably frantic--far beyond dipping in the sea, shaving the crown, or drinking hellebore.
The worst sort of frenzy, a military frenzy, hath possessed man, woman, and child.''
``And high time, I think,'' said Miss Wardour, ``when we are threatened with invasion from abroad and insurrection at home.''
``O, I did not doubt you would join the scarlet host against me--women, like turkeys, are always subdued by a red rag--But what says Sir Arthur, whose dreams are of standing armies and German oppression?''
``Why, I say, Mr.Oldbuck,'' replied the knight, ``that so far as I am capable of judging, we ought to resist _cum toto corpore regni_--as the phrase is, unless I have altogether forgotten my Latin--an enemy who comes to propose to us a Whiggish sort of government, a republican system, and who is aided and abetted by a sort of fanatics of the worst kind in our own bowels.I have taken some measures, I assure you, such as become my rank in the community; for I have directed the constables to take up that old scoundrelly beggar, Edie Ochiltree, for spreading disaffection against church and state through the whole parish.He said plainly to old Caxon, that Willie Howie's Kilmarnock cowl covered more sense than all the three wigs in the parish--I think it is easy to make out that inuendo--But the rogue shall be taught better manners.''
``O no, my dear sir,'' exclaimed Miss Wardour, ``not old Edie, that we have known so long;--I assure you no constable shall have my good graces that executes such a warrant.''
``Ay, there it goes,'' said the Antiquary; ``you, to be a staunch Tory, Sir Arthur, have nourished a fine sprig of Whiggery in your bosom--Why, Miss Wardour is alone sufficient to control a whole quarter-session--a quarter-session? ay, a general assembly or convocation to boot--a Boadicea she--an Amazon, a Zenobia.''
``And yet, with all my courage, Mr.Oldbuck, I am glad to hear our people are getting under arms.''
