Penelope, my dear, can you help me to the name of the gentleman who lived at Monkford: Mrs Croft's brother ?" But Mrs Clay was talking so eagerly with Miss Elliot, that she did not hear the appeal.
"I have no conception whom you can mean, Shepherd; I remember no gentleman resident at Monkford since the time of old Governor Trent." "Bless me! how very odd! I shall forget my own name soon, I suppose.
A name that I am so very well acquainted with; knew the gentleman so well by sight; seen him a hundred times; came to consult me once, I remember, about a trespass of one of his neighbours; farmer's man breaking into his orchard; wall torn down; apples stolen; caught in the fact; and afterwards, contrary to my judgement, submitted to an amicable compromise.

Very odd indeed!" After waiting another moment-- "You mean Mr Wentworth, I suppose ?" said Anne.
Mr Shepherd was all gratitude.
"Wentworth was the very name! Mr Wentworth was the very man.

He had the curacy of Monkford, you know, Sir Walter, some time back, for two or three years.

Came there about the year -- -5, I take it.

You remember him, I am sure." "Wentworth?
Oh! ay,--Mr Wentworth, the curate of Monkford.