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Updated: April 30, 2025
"And whare is your honours gaun the day," said the mendicant, "wi' a' your picks and shules? Od, this will be some o' your tricks, Monkbarns: ye'll be for whirling some o' the auld monks down by yonder out o' their graves afore they hear the last call but, wi' your leave, I'se follow ye at ony rate, and see what ye mak o't."
"Mind the peak there," cried Mucklebackit, an old fisherman and smuggler "mind the peak Steenie, Steenie Wilks, bring up the tackle I'se warrant we'll sune heave them on board, Monkbarns, wad ye but stand out o' the gate." "I see them," said Oldbuck "I see them low down on that flat stone Hilli-hilloa, hilli-ho-a!"
When they reached Monkbarns, the communicating to the ladies the events which had taken place at the castle, with the counter-information of how long dinner had waited before the womankind had ventured to eat it in the Antiquary's absence, averted these delicate topics of discussion.
"Lord haud a care o' us!" exclaimed the astounded maiden. "What's the matter now, Grizel?" "Wad ye but just speak a moment, Monkbarns?" "Speak! what should I speak about? I want to get to my bed and this poor young fellow let a bed be made ready for him instantly." "A bed? The Lord preserve us!" again ejaculated Grizel.
"Ou, I dinna ken Monkbarns and Sir Arthur are like, and yet they're no like neither. Monkbarns has whiles influence wi' him, and whiles Sir Arthur cares as little about him as about the like o' me. Monkbarns is no that ower wise himsell, in some things; he wad believe a bodle to be an auld Roman coin, as he ca's it, or a ditch to be a camp, upon ony leasing that idle folk made about it.
Monkbarns complied with the old man's humour, and put up his memorandum-book. Edie then went with great frankness through the part of the story already known to the reader, informing the Antiquary of the scene which he had witnessed between Dousterswivel and his patron in the ruins of St.
Sir Arthur and his daughter had set out, on leaving Monkbarns, to return to Knockwinnock by the turnpike road; but when they discerned Lovel a little before them Miss Wardour immediately proposed to her father that they should take another direction, and walk home by the sands. Sir Arthur acquiesced willingly, and the two left the high road, and soon attained the side of the ocean.
"What the devil! here comes Old Edie, bag and baggage, I think." The beggar explained his errand, and Davie, who insisted upon a literal execution of his commission by going on to Monkbarns, was with difficulty prevailed upon to surrender the packet to its proper owner, although he met him a mile nearer than the place he bad been directed to.
At length, sight of joy! a moving object is seen, and it gives rise to the usual inquiries, Who is it? and what can be his errand? The old whitish-grey coat, the hobbling gait, the hat half-slouched, half-cocked, announced the forlorn maker of periwigs, and left for investigation only the second query. This was soon solved by a servant entering the parlour, "A letter from Monkbarns, Sir Arthur."
"What! was it not by your honours advice and counsel that Monkbarns and the Knight of Knockwinnock came here then?" "Aha yes; but it was by another circumstance. I did not know dat dey would have found de treasure, mine friend; though I did guess, by such a tintamarre, and cough, and sneeze, and groan, among de spirit one other night here, dat there might be treasure and bullion hereabout.
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