"Hey?"
"'Tis wonderful how news gets abroad in Troy. . . . 'Hunken,' now? And where might he be one of? I don't seem to fit the name in my mem'ry at all."
"You wouldn't. He comes from t'other side of the Duchy—a Padstow-born man, and he've never set eyes on Troy in his life."
"Yet he takes a house an' settles here? That's queer, as you might say."
"I see nothing queer about it. He's my friend—that's why. And what's more, the Lord never put bowels into a better man."
"He'll be a pleasure to shave, then," opined Mr Toy.
"No, he won't; he wears his hair all over his face. Talkin' of that reminds me—when you've done croppin' me I want a clean shave."
"Chin-beard an' all, Cap'n?"
"Take it off—take it off! 'Twas recommended to me against sore throat; but I never liked the thing nor the look of it."
"Then there's one point, it seems, on which you an' your friend don't agree, sir?"