"What is this?"
"Look at it, sir. My heart tells me it was his!"
"And so you suppose there was never but one sailor's jacket with ivory buttons on the wrist in the world, and never any one who wore one, but Mark Ingestrie?"
"Nay, the place in which it was found brings conviction."
"Not at all. Do you forget there was such a person as Thornhill in the world, Johanna?"
"No; but why will every one persist in fancying Thornhill and Ingestrie to be two persons, when I am convinced they were but one? Let who will identify this as part of Thornhill's apparel, and I will weep for Mark."
"I cannot just now shake this supposition."
"You never will."
"If I live I will, Johanna, I give you my word for so much. Pray who is the best to judge of such things? You, a young girl who have seen little or nothing of the world, and whose natural apprehension is rendered obscure by the conflict of your affections, or I whose business it is to come to an accurate conclusion of such matters? I repeat my conviction, that Thornhill was not Mark Ingestrie."
"Oh, if I could think so!"