“Ainʼt there no more nor that, miss?” he asked, with some disappointment, when the little tale was ended; “canʼt you racollack no more?”
“No, indeed I cannot. And if you had not some important object, I should be quite ashamed of telling you so much gossip. If I may ask you a question now, what more did you expect me to tell you?”
“That they had knowʼd, miss, as Bull Garnet were Sir Cradock Nowellʼs brother.”
“Mr. Garnet Sir Cradockʼs brother! You must be mistaken, Mr. Jupp. My father has known Sir Cradock Nowell ever since he was ten years old; and he could not have failed to know it, if it had been so.”
“Most like he do know it, miss. But dunna you tell him now, nor any other charp. It be true as gospel for all that, though.”
“Then Robert and Pearl are Cradockʼs first cousins, and Mr. Garnet is his uncle!”
“Not ezackly as you counts things,” answered the bargeman, looking at the fire; “but in the way as we does.”
Amy felt that she must ask no more, at least upon that subject; and that she was not likely to speak of it even to her father.
“Let him go, miss,” continued Issachar, referring now to Cradock; “let him go for a long sea–vohoyage, same as doctor horders un. He be better out of the way for a spell or two. The Basingstoke ainʼt fur enoo, whur I meant to ‘ave took him. ‘A mun be quite out o’ the kintry till this job be over like. And niver a word as to what I thinks to coom anigh his ear, miss, if so be you vallies his raison.”