But never mind, Sir Arthur-- these are such sieges and such reliefs as our time of day admits of--and our escape is not less worth commemorating in a glass of this excellent wine--Upon my credit, it is Burgundy, I think." "Were there anything better in the cellar," said Miss Wardour, "it would be all too little to regale you after your friendly exertions." "Say you so ?" said the Antiquary: "why, then, a cup of thanks to you, my fair enemy, and soon may you be besieged as ladies love best to be, and sign terms of capitulation in the chapel of Saint Winnox!" Miss Wardour blushed--Hector coloured, and then grew pale.
Sir Arthur answered, "My daughter is much obliged to you, Monkbarns; but unless you'll accept of her yourself, I really do not know where a poor knight's daughter is to seek for an alliance in these mercenary times." "Me, mean ye, Sir Arthur?
No, not I! I will claim privilege of the duello, and, as being unable to encounter my fair enemy myself, I will appear by my champion--But of this matter hereafter.

What do you find in the papers there, Hector, that you hold your head down over them as if your nose were bleeding ?" "Nothing particular, sir; but only that, as my arm is now almost quite well, I think I shall relieve you of my company in a day or two, and go to Edinburgh.

I see Major Neville is arrived there.

I should like to see him." "Major whom ?" said his uncle.
"Major Neville, sir," answered the young soldier.
"And who the devil is Major Neville ?" demanded the Antiquary.
"O, Mr.Oldbuck," said Sir Arthur, "you must remember his name frequently in the newspapers--a very distinguished young officer indeed.
But I am happy to say that Mr.M'Intyre need not leave Monkbarns to see him, for my son writes that the Major is to come with him to Knockwinnock, and I need not say how happy I shall be to make the young gentlemen acquainted,--unless, indeed, they are known to each other already." "No, not personally," answered Hector, "but I have had occasion to hear a good deal of him, and we have several mutual friends--your son being one of them.

But I must go to Edinburgh; for I see my uncle is beginning to grow tired of me, and I am afraid"-- "That you will grow tired of him ?" interrupted Oldbuck,--"I fear that's past praying for.