“You knew my wife, sir?” he said.
“Indeed I did, since I was a little child.”
“I know you did.”
Then again silence.
Presently again his face turned, and he drew his pipe from his mouth and rested it on his knee.
“You’re a minister now, sir?”
“Yes; I am a parson.”
“Then p’r’aps you can tell me something.”
“I will tell you what I can.”
“You see, sir, Ciss was that won’erful sort of a woman. Though us was married for fifty years her never once in all that time would say as her loved me.”