He was er--an owner of houses, my dear.

His hair about your Uncle Swithin's colour; rather a square build.

Tall?
No--not very tall" (he had been five feet five, with a mottled face); "a fresh-coloured man.

I remember he used to drink Madeira; but ask your Aunt Ann.

What was his father?
He--er--had to do with the land down in Dorsetshire, by the sea." James once went down to see for himself what sort of place this was that they had come from.