"Do you call this a cottage ?" I said to the woman when she came in with tea.

"No, I have it as a cottage, but it is an old farm-house called the Rookery," she returned.

Then, for the first time, I remembered Rural Rides.

"This then is the very house where William Cobbett used to stay seventy or eighty years ago," I said.

She had never heard of William Cobbett; she only knew that at that date it had been tenanted by a farmer named Blount, a Roman Catholic, who had some curious ideas about the land.
That settled it.