"Th—the old one."
"A queer old stick, they zay, though I've never set eyes on un. He don't hit it off with his zon, neither."
"Whose fault is that?"
"Both. Do 'ee know young Mr Charles?"
"I've met him."
"H'm!"
"What's the matter with him?"
Mr Trivett solemnly shook his head.
"What does that mean?"
"It's hard to zay. But from what I zee an' from what I hear tell, he be a deal too clever."