success.

But greater trials awaited him. In the morning he was visited by
Brodie, the tailor, and Elshender, the shoemaker, both of whom he
held in awe as his superiors in the social scale, and by them
handled and measured from head to feet, the latter included; after
which he had to lie in bed for three days, till his clothes came
home; for Betty had carefully committed every article of his former
dress to the kitchen fire, not without a sense of pollution to the
bottom of her kettle. Nor would he have got them for double the
time, had not Robert haunted the tailor, as well as the soutar, like
an evil conscience, till they had finished them. Thus grievous was
Shargar's introduction to the comforts of respectability. Nor did
he like it much better when he was dressed, and able to go about;
for not only was he uncomfortable in his new clothes, which, after
the very easy fit of the old ones, felt like a suit of plate-armour,
but he was liable to be sent for at any moment by the awful
sovereignty in whose dominions he found himself, and which, of
course, proceeded to instruct him not merely in his own religious
duties, but in the religious theories of his ancestors, if, indeed,
Shargar's ancestors ever had any. And now the Shorter Catechism
seemed likely to be changed into the Longer Catechism; for he had it
Sundays as we'll as Saturdays, besides Alleine's Alarm to the
Unconverted, Baxter's Saint's Rest, Erskine's Gospel Sonnets, and
other books of a like kind. Nor was it any relief to Shargar that
the gloom was broken by the incomparable Pilgrim's Progress and the
Holy War, for he cared for none of these things. Indeed, so dreary
did he find it all, that his love to Robert was never put to such a
severe test. But for that, he would have run for it. Twenty times
a day was he so tempted.