As he spoke he raised his cap, which previously had been drawn close over his eyes, and raised himself to his full gaunt height.
The waterman fixed his wondering eyes upon him, and muttered:—
“I—I—think—you—you ain’t Master Gray.”
“Do you know me?” cried Learmont, fiercely.
The man trembled and seemed all at once half-sobered by terror as he stammered—
“I—I—have seen—”
“Seen what?—who?”
“Your worship at Westminster.”
“Ah! My name—know you that?”
“They called you Squire Learmont.”