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But Reginald Lowestoffe , such was the young Templar 's name , was of opinion that little law was necessary to enable him to spend the revenues of the paternal acres which were to devolve upon him at his father 's demose , and therefore gave himself no trouble to acquire more of that science than might be imbibed along with the learned air of the region in which he had his chambers . In other respects , he was one of the wits of the place , read Ovid and Martial , aimed at quick repartee and pun , -LRB- often very far fetched , -RRB- danced , fenced , played at tennis , and performed sundry tunes on the fiddle and French horn , to the great annoyance of old Counsellor Barratter , who lived in the chambers immediately below him . Such was Reginald Lowes-toffe , shrewd , alert , and well-acquainted with the town through all its recesses , but in a sort of disrespectable way . This gallant , now approaching the Lord Glenvarloch , saluted him by name and title , and asked if his lordship designed for the Chevalier 's this day , observing it was near noon , and the woodcock would be on the board before they could reach the ordinary . `` I do not go there to-day , '' answered Lord Glenvarloch . `` Which way , then , my lord ? '' said the young Templar , who was perhaps not undesirous to parade a part at least of the street in company with a lord , though but a Scottish one .