Our Antiquary stepped out in his night-gown, and instantly received and returned his greeting.
"They are coming now, in good earnest, Monkbarns.

I just cam frae Fairport to bring ye the news, and then I'll step away back again.

The Search has just come into the bay, and they say she's been chased by a French fleet.
"The Search ?" said Oldbuck, reflecting a moment.

"Oho!" "Ay, ay, Captain Taffril's gun-brig, the Search." "What?
any relation to Search, No.

II. ?" said Oldbuck, catching at the light which the name of the vessel seemed to throw on the mysterious chest of treasure.
The mendicant, like a man detected in a frolic, put his bonnet before his face, yet could not help laughing heartily.--"The deil's in you, Monkbarns, for garring odds and evens meet.