turning himself hastily, as if
stung by a pang of the gout; "but Dousterswivel does not despair."
"Does he not?" quoth Oldbuck; "I do though, under his favour. Why, old
Dr. H--n* told me, when I was in Edinburgh, that we should never find
copper enough, judging from the specimens I showed him, to make a pair
of sixpenny knee-buckles--and I cannot see that those samples on the
table below differ much in quality."
* Probably Dr. Hutton, the celebrated geologist.
"The learned doctor is not infallible, I presume?"
"No; but he is one of our first chemists; and this tramping philosopher
of yours--this Dousterswivel--is, I have a notion, one, of those learned
adventurers described by Kirchner, Artem habent sine arte, partem sine
parte, quorum medium est mentiri, vita eorum mendicatum ire; that is to
say, Miss Wardour"--
"It is unnecessary to translate," said Miss Wardour--"I comprehend your
general meaning; but I hope Mr. Dousterswivel will turn out a more
trustworthy character."
"I doubt it not a little," said the Antiquary,--"and we are a foul way
out if we cannot discover this infernal vein that he has prophesied
about these two years."
"You have no great interest in the matter, Mr. Oldbuck," said the
Baronet.
"Too much, too much, Sir Arthur; and yet, for the sake of my fair foe
here, I would consent to lose it all so you had no more on the venture."
There was a painful silence of a few moments, for Sir Arthur was too
proud to acknowledge the downfall of his golden dreams, though he could
no longer disguise to himself that such was likely to be the termination
of the adventure. "I understand," he at length said, "that the young
gentleman, to whose gallantry and presence of mind we were so much
indebted last night, has favoured me with a visit--I am distressed that I
am unable to see him, or indeed any one, but an old friend like you, Mr.
Oldbuck."
A declination of the Antiquary's stiff backbone acknowledged the
preference.
"You made acquaintance with this young gentleman in Edinburgh, I
suppose?"
Oldbuck told the circumstances of their becoming known to each other.
"Why, then, my daughter is an older acquaintance, of Mr. Lovel than you
are," said the Baronet.
"Indeed! I was not aware of that," answered Oldbuck somewhat surprised.
"I met Mr. Lovel," said Isabella, slightly colouring, "when I resided
this last spring with my aunt, Mrs. Wilmot."
"In Yorkshire?--and what character did he be
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