"Yes, I'm dying. We've all got to die some time. You want to marry my daughter?"
"YES, I'M DYING"
"Yes," Carstairs answered, in some surprise, nevertheless.
"Oh! She told me," the old man nodded feebly towards the gipsy woman. "She knows everything."
Carstairs was silent.
"Who are you?" the old man asked, after a pause, during which he had closed his eyes and remained quite still.
"My name is Carstairs—Jack Carstairs. I'm the son of the Reverend Hugh Carstairs, Vicar of Chilcombe in Gloucestershire."
There was a short silence, then the old man spoke again. "Who was your grandfather?"