'Certainly not.

Not half enough, not half.' 'If we could lighten Tim's duties,' said the old gentleman, 'and prevail upon him to go into the country, now and then, and sleep in the fresh air, besides, two or three times a week (which he could, if he began business an hour later in the morning), old Tim Linkinwater would grow young again in time; and he's three good years our senior now.

Old Tim Linkinwater young again! Eh, brother Ned, eh?
Why, I recollect old Tim Linkinwater quite a little boy, don't you?
Ha, ha, ha! Poor Tim, poor Tim!' And the fine old fellows laughed pleasantly together: each with a tear of regard for old Tim Linkinwater standing in his eye.
'But hear this first--hear this first, brother Ned,' said the old man, hastily, placing two chairs, one on each side of Nicholas: 'I'll tell it you myself, brother Ned, because the young gentleman is modest, and is a scholar, Ned, and I shouldn't feel it right that he should tell us his story over and over again as if he was a beggar, or as if we doubted him.

No, no no.' 'No, no, no,' returned the other, nodding his head gravely.

'Very right, my dear brother, very right.' 'He will tell me I'm wrong, if I make a mistake,' said Nicholas's friend.