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THE CRICKET ON THE HEARTH. 173
he ate but little. " So these are all the parcels; are they, John?"
" That's all," said John. " Why—no—I—" laying down his knife and fork, and taking a long breath. " I declare—I've clean forgotten the old gentleman ! "
"The old gentleman?"
" In the cart," said John. " He was asleep, among the straw, the last time I saw him. I've very nearly remembered him, twice, since I came in ; but he went out of my head again. Holloa ! Yahip there ! Kouse up ! That's my hearty ?"
John said these latter words outside the door, whither he had hurried with the candle in his hand.
Miss Slowboy, conscious of some mysterious reference to The Old Gentleman, and connecting in her mystified imagination certain associations of a religious nature with the phrase, was so disturbed, that hastily rising from the low chair by the fire to seek protection near the skirts of her mistress, and coming into contact as she crossed the doorway with an ancient Stranger, she instinctively made a charge or butt at him with the only offensive instrument within her reach. This instrument happening to be the Baby, great commotion and alarm ensued, which the sagacity of Boxer rather tended to increase ; for that good dog, more thoughtful than its master, had, it seemed, been watching the old gentleman in his sleep lest he should walk off with a few young poplar trees that were tied up behind the cart; and he still attended on him very closely; worrying his gaiters in fact, and making dead sets at the buttons.
"You're such an undeniable good sleeper, Sir," said John, when tranquillity was restored; in the mean time the old gentleman had stood, bareheaded and motionless, in the centre of the room; " that I have half a mind to ask you where the other six are : only that would be a joke, and I know I should spoil it. Very near though," murmured the Carrier, with a chuckle; "very near!"
The Stranger, who had long white hair; good features, singularly bold and well defined for an old man; and dark, bright, penetrating eyes; looked round with a smile, and saluted the Carrier's wife by gravely inclining his head.
His garb was very quaint and odd—a long, long way behind the time. Its hue was brown, all over. In his hand he held a great brown club or walking-stick ; and striking this upon the floor, it fell asunder, and became a chair. On which he sat down, quite composedly.
" There ! " said the Carrier, turning to his wife. " That's the way I found him, sitting by the roadside ! Upright as a milestone. And almost as deaf." |
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