“Is—Andrew Britton—still—alive?”
“Yes,” said Tom.
“And does he,” continued the man, “does he still live at the old place?”
“The old Smithy?”
“Yes.“
“Oh, yes; he lives there still.”
“And—and is the squire—alive—”
“Ah! To be sure.”
“The smith,” said the young farmer, “still lives, sir, in his old place, part of which was burnt down ten years ago, or more.”
“Ten years!” murmured the stranger.