“I don’t know, I have been with him as long as I can remember. You used to know him, didn’t you?”
“A little,” said the old man hastily.
Where was it?”
“In England—long ago.”
“In England. Was he born in England?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think I am English, too?”
“I think so; yes, I think so,” answered Ben cautiously.
Have you any idea who I am—who were my parents?”
“Don’t trouble me now,” said Ben peevishly. “I am not well. My head is confused. Some day I will think it over and tell you what I know.”