Host. What did you do to get two years?
Grain. I would have been hanged; but I was lucky enough to be still half a child when I killed my poor aunt.
Host. Nay, fellow, how can a man kill his own aunt?
Grain. Citizen Prosper, I would never have done it if my aunt had not deceived me with my best friend.
Host. Your aunt?
Grain. That's it—she was dearer to me than aunts usually are to their nephews. The family relations were peculiar—it made me embittered, most embittered. May I tell you about it?
Host. Go on telling—perhaps you and I will be able to do business together.
Grain. My sister was but half a child when she ran away from home—and whom do you think she went with?
Host. 'Tis difficult to guess.
Grain. With her uncle. And he left her in the lurch—with a child—