"Oh, dear, sir," said the meek woman, "twenty years is a long time. I hope you won't find them dead an' buried."
"Don't say that; don't say that!" And the tough, rough man showed a grain of feeling. He soon recovered himself, though, and said more obstreperously than ever, "If they are, I disown 'em. None of your faint-hearted people for me. I despise a chap that gives in before eighty. I'm Ben Bolt, that is bad to beat. Death himself isn't going to bowl me out till I've had my innings."
"La, sir; pray don't talk so, or you'll anger them above, and, ten to one, upset the train."
"That's one for me, and two for yourself, ma'am."
"Yes, sir," said the mild soul. "I have got my husband with me, and you are only a bachelor, sir."
"I think you'd ha' been softened down a bit, if you'd ever had a good wife."
"Oh, it is because I speak loud. That is with bawling to my shepherds half a mile off. Why, if I'm loud, I'm civil. Now, young man, what is YOUR trouble?"
Henry started from his reverie, and looked astonished.