CHAPTER FIFTEENTH.
Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together:-- Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare.
Shakspeare.
In the morning of the following day, the Antiquary, who was something of a sluggard, was summoned from his bed a full hour earlier than his custom by Caxon.

"What's the matter now ?" he exclaimed, yawning and stretching forth his hand to the huge gold repeater, which, bedded upon his India silk handkerchief, was laid safe by his pillow--"what's the matter now, Caxon ?--it can't be eight o'clock yet." "Na, sir,--but my lord's man sought me out, for he fancies me your honour's valley-de-sham,--and sae I am, there's nae doubt o't, baith your honour's and the minister's--at least ye hae nae other that I ken o'-- and I gie a help to Sir Arthur too, but that's mair in the way o' my profession." "Well, well--never mind that," said the Antiquary--"happy is he that is his own valley-de-sham, as you call it--But why disturb my morning's rest ?" "Ou, sir, the great man's been up since peep o' day, and he's steered the town to get awa an express to fetch his carriage, and it will be here briefly, and he wad like to see your honour afore he gaes awa." "Gadso!" ejaculated Oldbuck, "these great men use one's house and time as if they were their own property.

Well, it's once and away.

Has Jenny come to her senses yet, Caxon ?" "Troth, sir, but just middling," replied the barber; "she's been in a swither about the jocolate this morning, and was like to hae toomed it a' out into the slap-bason, and drank it hersell in her ecstacies--but she's won ower wi't, wi' the help o' Miss M'Intyre." "Then all my womankind are on foot and scrambling, and I must enjoy my quiet bed no longer, if I would have a well-regulated house--Lend me my gown.

And what are the news at Fairport ?" "Ou, sir, what can they be about but this grand news o' my lord," answered the old man, "that hasna been ower the door-stane, they threep to me, for this twenty years--this grand news of his coming to visit your honour ?" "Aha!" said Monkbarns; "and what do they say of that, Caxon ?" "'Deed, sir, they hae various opinions.