This, with the old feud of the coach-horses, and the seizure of his manor-place and tower of strength by Mr.Oldbuck's father, would at times rush upon his mind, and inflame at once his cheeks and his arguments.

And, lastly, as Mr.Oldbuck thought his worthy friend and compeer was in some respects little better than a fool, he was apt to come more near communicating to him that unfavourable opinion, than the rules of modern politeness warrant.

In such cases they often parted in deep dudgeon, and with something like a resolution to forbear each other's company in future: But with the morning calm reflection came; and as each was sensible that the society of the other had become, through habit, essential to his comfort, the breach was speedily made up between them.

On such occasions, Oldbuck, considering that the Baronet's pettishness resembled that of a child, usually showed his superior sense by compassionately making the first advances to reconciliation.

But it once or twice happened that the aristocratic pride of the far-descended knight took a flight too offensive to the feelings of the representative of the typographer.