'So, these are all the parcels; are they, John?'
'That's all,' said John. 'Why--no--I--' laying down his knife and
fork, and taking a long breath. 'I declare--I've clean forgotten
the old gentleman!'
'The old gentleman?'
'In the cart,' said John. 'He was asleep, among the straw, the
last time I saw him. I've very nearly remembered him, twice, since
I came in; but he went out of my head again. Holloa! Yahip there!
Rouse up! That's my hearty!'
John said these latter words outside the door, whither he had
hurried with the candle in his hand.
Miss Slowboy, conscious of some mysterious reference to The Old
Gentleman, and connecting in her mystified imagination certain
associations of a religious nature with the phrase, was so
disturbed, that hastily rising from the low chair by the fire to
seek protection near the skirts of her mistress, and coming into
contact as she crossed the doorway with an ancient Stranger, she
instinctively made a charge or butt at him with the only offensive
instrument within her reach.
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