"Yes, sir."
"He was a good man, wasn't he?"
"As good a man as ever walked the world, Sir."
"He had a reputation for strict truthfulness—isn't that so?"
"'Deed it is, Sir. The old Dempster would take his word without asking him to swear to it."
"You were much attached to him, were you not?"
The old woman wiped her eyes, which were wet but shining.
"That's truth enough, Sir."
"And now he's dead and I daresay you sometimes pray for the time when you'll see him again?"
"Morning and night, every day of my life since I closed the man's dying eyes for him."