The Englishman held up a forbidding hand.
"You needn't go on," he said; "I'll tell you everything about myself. I was born in Leeds, the son of poor parents. I left school at the age of twelve, and I became a draper. I gradually worked my way up, and now I am traveller for a Manchester firm. I married six years ago. Three kids. Wife has rheumatism. Willie had measles last month. I have a seven room cottage; rent £27. I vote Tory; go to the Baptist church, and keep hens. Anything else you want to know?"
The Scot had a very dissatisfied look.
"What did yer grandfaither dee o'?" he demanded gruffly.
When the argument about swine fever had died down, Dauvit turned to me.
"Aye, and how is Lunnon lookin'?"
"Same as ever," I answered.
"Ye'll have to tak' Dauvit doon on a trip," laughed the smith.
Dauvit drove in a tacket.
"Man, smith, I was in Lunnon afore you was born," he said.