At the same time he introduced Mr.Antony or Nanty Ewart, whose person, although he was a good deal flustered with liquor, was different from what Fairford expected.

His dress was what is emphatically termed the shabby genteel--a frock with tarnished lace--a small cocked hat, ornamented in a similar way--a scarlet waistcoat, with faded embroidery, breeches of the same, with silver knee-bands, and he wore a smart hanger and a pair of pistols in a sullied swordbelt.
'Here I come, patron,' he said, shaking hands with Mr.Trumbull.

'Well, I see you have got some grog aboard.' 'It is not my custom, Mr.Ewart,' said the old gentleman, 'as you well know, to become a chamberer or carouser thus late on Saturday at e'en; but I wanted to recommend to your attention a young friend of ours, that is going upon a something particular journey, with a letter to our friend the Laird from Pate-in-Peril, as they call him.' 'Aye--indeed ?--he must be in high trust for so young a gentleman.

I wish you joy, sir,' bowing to Fairford.

'By'r lady, as Shakespeare says, you are bringing up a neck for a fair end.