“Herbert Carr.”
“Do you live nigh here?”
Herbert indicated, as well as he could, the location of his home.
“I know—you live with Mr. Falkland. Are you his son?”
“No; Mr. Falkland has gone away.”
“You're not living there alone, be you?”
“No; I came out here with a young man—Mr. Melville. He bought the cottage of Mr. Falkland, who was obliged to go East.”
“You don't say so. Why, we're neighbors. I live three miles from here.”
“Did you know Mr. Falkland?”
“Yes; we used to see each other now and then. He was a good fellow, but mighty queer. What's the use of settin' down and paintin' pictures? What's the good of it all?”