"I understand," he at length said, "that the young gentleman, to whose gallantry and presence of mind we were so much indebted last night, has favoured me with a visit--I am distressed that I am unable to see him, or indeed any one, but an old friend like you, Mr.
Oldbuck." A declination of the Antiquary's stiff backbone acknowledged the preference.
"You made acquaintance with this young gentleman in Edinburgh, I suppose ?" Oldbuck told the circumstances of their becoming known to each other.
"Why, then, my daughter is an older acquaintance, of Mr.Lovel than you are," said the Baronet.
"Indeed! I was not aware of that," answered Oldbuck somewhat surprised.
"I met Mr.Lovel," said Isabella, slightly colouring, "when I resided this last spring with my aunt, Mrs.Wilmot." "In Yorkshire ?--and what character did he bear then, or how was he engaged ?" said Oldbuck,--"and why did not you recognise him when I introduced you ?" Isabella answered the least difficult question, and passed over the other--"He had a commission in the army, and had, I believe, served with reputation; he was much respected, as an amiable and promising young man." "And pray, such being the case," replied the Antiquary, not disposed to take one reply in answer to two distinct questions, "why did you not speak to the lad at once when you met him at my house?
I thought you had less of the paltry pride of womankind about you, Miss Wardour." "There was a reason for it," said Sir Arthur with dignity; "you know the opinions--prejudices, perhaps you will call them--of our house concerning purity of birth.

This young gentleman is, it seems, the illegitimate son of a man of fortune; my daughter did not choose to renew their acquaintance till she should know whether I approved of her holding any intercourse with him." "If it had been with his mother instead of himself," answered Oldbuck, with his usual dry causticity of humour, "I could see an excellent reason for it.

Ah, poor lad! that was the cause, then, that he seemed so absent and confused while I explained to him the reason of the bend of bastardy upon the shield yonder under the corner turret!" "True," said the Baronet, with complacency--"it is the shield of Malcolm the Usurper, as he is called.

The tower which he built is termed, after him, Malcolm's Tower, but more frequently Misticot's Tower, which I conceive to be a corruption for Misbegot.

He is denominated, in the Latin pedigree of our family, Milcolumbus Nothus; and his temporary seizure of our property, and most unjust attempt to establish his own illegitimate line in the estate of Knockwinnock, gave rise to such family feuds and misfortunes, as strongly to found us in that horror and antipathy to defiled blood and illegitimacy which has been handed down to me from my respected ancestry." "I know the story," said Oldbuck, "and I was telling it to Lovel this moment, with some of the wise maxims and consequences which it has engrafted on your family politics.