about five
minutes before four o'clock on the 17th of July
With this placebo she concluded her note , with which old Caxon , now refreshed in limbs and wind , set out on his return to the Antiquary 's mansion . Moth . By Woden , God of Saxons , From whence comes Wensday , that is , Wodnesday , Truth is a thing that I will ever keep Unto thylke day in which I creep into My sepulcre -- Cartwright 's Ordinary . Our young friend Lovel , who had received a corresponding invitation , punctual to the hour of appointment , arrived at Monkbarns about five minutes before four o'clock on the 17th of July . The day had been remarkably sultry , and large drops of rain had occasionally fallen , though the threatened showers had as yet passed away . Mr. Oldbuck received him at the Palmer 's - port in his complete brown suit , grey silk stockings , and wig powdered with all the skill of the veteran Caxon , who having smelt out the dinner , had taken care not to finish his job till the hour of eating approached . `` You are welcome to my symposion , Mr. Lovel .