He had the exterior appearance of a mendicant.

A slouched hat of huge dimensions; a long white beard which mingled with his grizzled hair; an aged but strongly marked and expressive countenance, hardened, by climate and exposure, to a right brick-dust complexion; a long blue gown, with a pewter badge on the right arm; two or three wallets, or bags, slung across his shoulder, for holding the different kinds of meal, when he received his charity in kind from those who were but a degree richer than himself:--all these marked at once a beggar by profession, and one of that privileged class which are called in Scotland the King's Bedesmen, or, vulgarly, Blue-Gowns.
"What is that you say, Edie ?" said Oldbuck, hoping, perhaps, that his ears had betrayed their duty--"what were you speaking about!" "About this bit bourock, your honour," answered the undaunted Edie; "I mind the bigging o't." "The devil you do! Why, you old fool, it was here before you were born, and will be after you are hanged, man!" "Hanged or drowned, here or awa, dead or alive, I mind the bigging o't." "You--you--you--," said the Antiquary, stammering between confusion and anger, "you strolling old vagabond, what the devil do you know about it ?" "Ou, I ken this about it, Monkbarns--and what profit have I for telling ye a lie ?--l just ken this about it, that about twenty years syne, I, and a wheen hallenshakers like mysell, and the mason-lads that built the lang dike that gaes down the loaning, and twa or three herds maybe, just set to wark, and built this bit thing here that ye ca' the--the--Praetorian, and a' just for a bield at auld Aiken Drum's bridal, and a bit blithe gae-down wi' had in't, some sair rainy weather.

Mair by token, Monkbarns, if ye howk up the bourock, as ye seem to have began, yell find, if ye hae not fund it already, a stane that ane o' the mason-callants cut a ladle on to have a bourd at the bridegroom, and he put four letters on't, that's A.D.

L.L .-- Aiken Drum's Lang Ladle--for Aiken was ane o' the kale-suppers o' Fife." "This," thought Lovel to himself, "is a famous counterpart to the story of Keip on this syde." He then ventured to steal a glance at our Antiquary, but quickly withdrew it in sheer compassion.

For, gentle reader, if thou hast ever beheld the visage of a damsel of sixteen, whose romance of true love has been blown up by an untimely discovery, or of a child of ten years, whose castle of cards has been blown down by a malicious companion, I can safely aver to you, that Jonathan Oldbuck of Monkbarns looked neither more wise nor less disconcerted.
"There is some mistake about this," he said, abruptly turning away from the mendicant.
"Deil a bit on my side o' the wa'," answered the sturdy beggar; "I never deal in mistakes, they aye bring mischances .-- Now, Monkbarns, that young gentleman, that's wi' your honour, thinks little of a carle like me; and yet, I'll wager I'll tell him whar he was yestreen at the gloamin, only he maybe wadna like to hae't spoken o' in company." Lovel's soul rushed to his cheeks, with the vivid blush of two-and-twenty.
"Never mind the old rogue," said Mr.Oldbuck; "don't suppose I think the worse of you for your profession; they are only prejudiced fools and coxcombs that do so.