"'Cos you was the very i-dentical chap as I come up from Tonbridge to find."
"Were you sent to find me?"
"Easy a bit—you're a blacksmith, a'n't you?"
"I told you so before."
"Wot's more, you looks a blacksmith in that there leather apron, an' wi' your face all smutty. To be sure, you're powerful like 'im—Number One as was—my master as now is—"
"Did he send you to find me?"
"Some folks might take you for a gentleman, meetin' you off'and like, but I knows different."
"As how?"
"Well, I never 'eard of a gentleman turnin' 'isself into a blacksmith, afore, for one thing—"
"Still, one might," I ventured.