She wishes muckle he could be gotten to take a walk; she thinks he's but looking very puirly, and his appetite's clean gane; but he'll no hear o' ganging ower the door-stane--him that used to walk sae muckle too." "That's wrong--I have a guess what he's busy about; but he must not work too hard neither.

I'll go and see him this very day--he's deep, doubtless, in the Caledoniad." Having formed this manful resolution, Mr.Oldbuck equipped himself for the expedition with his thick walking-shoes and gold-headed cane, muttering the while the words of Falstaff which we have chosen for the motto of this CHAPTER; for the Antiquary was himself rather surprised at the degree of attachment which he could not but acknowledge be entertained for this stranger.

The riddle was notwithstanding easily solved.

Lovel had many attractive qualities, but he won our Antiquary's heart by being on most occasions an excellent listener.
A walk to Fairport had become somewhat of an adventure with Mr.Oldbuck, and one which he did not often care to undertake.

He hated greetings in the market-place; and there were generally loiterers in the streets to persecute him, either about the news of the day, or about some petty pieces of business.