"Cornwall," said Jan, tranquilly, his mouth full of raw turnip.
"Then you ought to want to go back to it."
"I mean to, one of these fine days."
"I shouldn't put it off too long, if I were you," advised Linnet, candidly. "You're getting up in years, and the next thing you'll be dead."
"But didn't your father ever want to go back?" asked Matthew Henry, sticking to his point.
"No fear."
"Why?"
"Because, if he'd showed his face back in Cornwall, they'd have hanged him; that's all."
"Oh!" exclaimed the three, almost simultaneously, and sat for a moment or two gazing on Jan in awed silence.
"But why should they want to hang your father?" asked Annet.