"Mrs. Jex," said Eager, to the old woman in whose cottage he had taken his predecessor's rooms, "who lives in yon big house on the shore?"
Mrs. Jex straightened her big white cap nervously. She had hardly got used yet to this new "passon," who was so very different from the last, and who had already in half a day asked her more questions than the last one did in a year.
"Will it be Carne yo' mean, sir?"
"That's it,--Carne. Who lives there, and what kind of folks are they?"
"There's Sir Denzil an' there's Mr. Kennet----"
"Who's Mr. Kennet?"
"Sir Denzil's man, sir. An' there's the boys----'
"Ah, then, it's the boys I met on the shore, running wild and free, without a shirt between them."
"Like enough, sir. They do say 'at----"
"Yes?"---as she came to a sudden stop.