He'll never have spoken muckle of me ?" "I never knew, sir, till you told it me yourself, that he had any brother." "Dear me, dear me!" said Ebenezer.

"Nor yet of Shaws, I dare say ?" "Not so much as the name, sir," said I.
"To think o' that!" said he.

"A strange nature of a man!" For all that, he seemed singularly satisfied, but whether with himself, or me, or with this conduct of my father's, was more than I could read.

Certainly, however, he seemed to be outgrowing that distaste, or ill-will, that he had conceived at first against my person; for presently he jumped up, came across the room behind me, and hit me a smack upon the shoulder.
"We'll agree fine yet!" he cried.

"I'm just as glad I let you in.