The Antiquary — Volume 01 by Sir Walter Scott
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"Was Mr. Lovel's excursion solely for pleasure?" "Not entirely." "Perhaps on business with some of the commercial people of Fairport?" "It was partly on business, but had no reference to commerce." Here he paused; and Mr. Oldbuck, having pushed his inquiries as far as good manners permitted, was obliged to change the conversation. The Antiquary, though by no means an enemy to good cheer, was a determined foe to all unnecessary expense on a journey; and upon his companion giving a hint concerning a bottle of port wine, he drew a direful picture of the mixture, which, he said, was usually sold under that denomination, and affirming that a little punch was more genuine and better suited for the season, he laid his hand upon the bell to order the materials. But Mackitchinson had, in his own mind, settled their beverage otherwise, and appeared bearing in his hand an immense double quart bottle, or magnum, as it is called in Scotland, covered with saw-dust and cobwebs, the warrants of its antiquity. "Punch!" said he, catching that generous sound as he entered the parlour, "the deil a drap punch ye'se get here the day, Monkbarns, and that ye may lay your account wi'." "What do you mean, you impudent rascal?" "Ay, ay, it's nae matter for that--but do you mind the trick ye served me the last time ye were here!" |
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