What a daft old codger I be getting, surely! No wonder them new lights puts a bushel over me." "No," I replied; "you are simply showing great power of memory, Stixon.
And now please to tell me, as soon as you can, who it was--a tall man, remember, and a handsome one, with dark hair, perhaps, or at any rate dark eyes--who resembled (perhaps not very closely, but still enough to mislead at a distance) my dear father--Master George, as you call him, for whose sake you are bound to tell me every thing you know.

Now try to think--do please try your very best, for my sake." "That I will, miss; that I will, with all my heart, with all my mind, with all my soul, and with all my strength, as I used to have to say with my hands behind my back, afore education were invented.

Only please you to stand with your chin put out, miss, and your profield towards me.
That is what brings it up, and nothing else at all, miss.

Only, not to say a word of any sort to hurry me.

A tracherous and a deep thing is the memory and the remembrance." Mr.Stixon's memory was so deep that there seemed to be no bottom to it, or, at any rate, what lay there took a very long time to get at.