"Mrs.
Mason is a relation of yours--at least by marriage.

She is my aunt or cousin--I used to call her aunt, and she and my father and mother all worked in the same mill at Newcome together." "I remember--God bless my soul--I remember now!" cried the Baronet.

"We pay her forty pound a year on your account--don't you know, brother?
Look to Colonel Newcome's account--I recollect the name quite well.
But I thought she had been your nurse, and--and an old servant of my father's." "So she was my nurse, and an old servant of my father's," answered the Colonel.

"But she was my mother's cousin too and very lucky was my mother to have such a servant, or to have a servant at all.

There is not in the whole world a more faithful creature or a better woman." Mr.Hobson rather enjoyed his brother's perplexity, and to see when the Baronet rode the high horse, how he came down sometimes, "I am sure it does you very great credit," gasped the courtly head of the firm, "to remember a--a humble friend and connexion of our father's so well." "I think, brother, you might have recollected her too," the Colonel growled out.