He gives me a pleasant sort o' nod, and said it was a grand day, and we got talking a bit, about the scenery and such-like, and he said he'd never been here before.

Then he pointed up to the big house and the old Keep yonder, and asked whose place that might be, and I said that was the Squire's.

'And who may the Squire be ?' says he.

'Mr.Marston Greyle,' says I, 'Recent come into the property.' 'Marston Greyle!' he says, sharp-like.

'Why, I used to know a young man of that very name in America!' he says.