Her hair was white now, and her plump, round face had withered like a spring apple.

Still, she greeted him with the old affection, for which he felt grateful, seeing that it was the first touch of kindness he had known since he set foot on English ground.
"Dear me, Master Godfrey!" she said, "hadn't I heard that you were coming, I could never have been sure that it was you.

Why, you've grown into a regular young gentleman in those foreign parts, and handsome, too, though I sez it.

Who could have guessed that you are your father's son?
Why, you'd make two of him.

But there, they say that your mother was a good-looking lady and large built, though, as I never set eyes on her, I can't say for sure.