"Then," said he, "I am to speak to you as--" "As if I were a being from another planet," said I.
The old man, whose name, by the bye, like his kinsman's, was Hammond, smiled and nodded, and wheeling his seat round to me, bade me sit in a heavy oak chair, and said, as he saw my eyes fix on its curious carving: "Yes, I am much tied to the past, my past, you understand.

These very pieces of furniture belong to a time before my early days; it was my father who got them made; if they had been done within the last fifty years they would have been much cleverer in execution; but I don't think I should have liked them the better.

We were almost beginning again in those days: and they were brisk, hot-headed times.

But you hear how garrulous I am: ask me questions, ask me questions about anything, dear guest; since I must talk, make my talk profitable to you." I was silent for a minute, and then I said, somewhat nervously: "Excuse me if I am rude; but I am so much interested in Richard, since he has been so kind to me, a perfect stranger, that I should like to ask a question about him." "Well," said old Hammond, "if he were not 'kind', as you call it, to a perfect stranger he would be thought a strange person, and people would be apt to shun him.

But ask on, ask on! don't be shy of asking." Said I: "That beautiful girl, is he going to be married to her ?" "Well," said he, "yes, he is.