It's all middle.

'Kenilworth.' Do yer like it ?" "Ay!" said Paul.

"It's foine." "Who do yer think wrote it ?" As both cover and a hundred pages at the beginning, including the title-page, to say nothing of a hundred pages at the end, were missing, Paul had no clue to the authorship.
"Dunno," said he.
"Sir Walter Scott." Paul jumped to his feet.

Sir Walter Scott, he knew not why or how, was one of those bright names that starred in his historical darkness, like Caesar and Napoleon and Ridley and Latimer and W.G.Grace.
"Tha' art sure?
Sir Water Scott ?" The shock of meeting Sir Walter in the flesh could not have been greater.

The man nodded.