"You know me, Mr. Le Moyne?"
"Certainly, Jackson."
"An' you knew my father before me?"
"Of course. I knew old man Billy Jackson very well in my young days."
"Did you ever know anything mean or disreputable about him?"
"No, certainly not; he was a very correct man, so far as I ever heard."
"Poor but honest?"—with a sneer.
"Well, yes; a poor man, but a very correct man."
"Well, did you ever know anything disreputable about me?" keenly.
"Well—why—Mr. Jackson—you—" stammered Hesden, much confused.