Then we didn't see each other again until a month ago--I had run down into Yorkshire for a couple of days and stood waiting for a train at Northallerton.

Someone came towards me, and looked me in the face, then held out his hand without speaking; and it was my old friend.

He has become a man of few words." "Yes, he talks very little," said Piers.

"I've known him silent for two or three days together." "And what does he do with himself there among the moors?
You don't know Hawes," he remarked to the graciously attentive Mrs.Jacks.

"A little stony town at the wild end of Wensleydale.