"Where is he now?"
"I think 'e be in Lunnon, sir. I'd a pictur from there, the last time. I dunnamany I 'ave, and I've them in a gurt book 'e gave me."
"I should like to see the book, Aunt Betsy."
"So you shall, sir. I pastes some in and some I slip. The last be just loose, for I've not taken time to do them all."
She fumbled around in an old oaken chest and brought out the book carefully wrapped in a gay handkerchief, probably a souvenir, a fairing of long years gone by.
Mr. Kirkby turned over the pages. He gave but a cursory glance to the first ones, but lingered more observantly over the last. "Do you mind if I take down some of the addresses from these?" he asked.
"Lord bless you, no, sir. I'd be proud to have you do it."
Mr. Kirkby took out his note-book and carefully copied a half dozen or so of the addresses, while Aunt Betsy said, "Read any you like, sir."
"How is it that I never heard of this gentleman?" asked Mr. Kirkby.
"Well, I don't know, sir. Mayhap you doant be round when 'e be. There was a gurt many years 'e didn't come at all, after 'e was married, then when 'is wife died 'e took up travellin' again, an' 'e comes 'ere to Chichester and finds me."