He had been a bit ailing like the day before, but naught to signify; and when Mr.St.John asked if he would like either o' ye to be sent for, he fair laughed at him.

He began again with a bit of a heaviness in his head the next day--that is, a fortnight sin'-- and he went to sleep and niver wakened: he wor a'most stark when your brother went into t' chamber and fand him.

Ah, childer! that's t' last o' t' old stock--for ye and Mr.
St.John is like of different soart to them 'at's gone; for all your mother wor mich i' your way, and a'most as book-learned.

She wor the pictur' o' ye, Mary: Diana is more like your father." I thought them so similar I could not tell where the old servant (for such I now concluded her to be) saw the difference.

Both were fair complexioned and slenderly made; both possessed faces full of distinction and intelligence.