“You’ve ridden far?”
“Yes—yes, sir.”
“You’re come from the south, eh?”
“Yes—yes, sir.”
“You’re not from York, I guess?”
“Yes—yes, sir.”
‘Well, thinks I, you may be a scholar for aught I know, but hang me! if I think there’s much variety in your talk.
‘I took him on another tack.
“You have, at least, sir, come where hearts are warm, and hospitality is proffered cheerfully.”
‘He started at this; a gentle flush tinged his cheek; and he seemed struck with an ingenuous consciousness of his want of courtesy. Turning to me he took my hand in his, and pressing it, replied—