He was laughing, laughing loudly; the voice was so unlike his that this alone would have caused Emily to gaze at him in astonishment.
'So you've looked us up!' he exclaimed, holding out his hand.

'Why, you couldn't have done better; I was sorry afterwards I hadn't asked you.

My wife tells me you've had dinner; you won't mind sitting by whilst I eat?
And what do you think of Emily, eh?
Grown a little since you saw her last--ha, ha! So you've made up your mind to go to London?
Emily had dinner?
Why, of course you have; I was forgetting.

Baked potatoes! Remember my old weakness for them baked, Cheeseman?
We used to buy 'em in the street at night, halfpenny apiece, eh?
Old man with one arm, remember?
We used to hear him coming when he was half a mile off; what a voice! And the man who sold peas; remember him?
"All 'ot! All 'ot!" We were lads then, eh, Cheeseman?
Emily, just a mouthful, with butter?
Let me tempt you.

No ?--What train did you come by ?' He talked ceaselessly.