Good morning to you." "Good afternoon to you, sir.

Perhaps you can tell me who lives in that country residence,--what you call a farm-house,--on the other side of the road." Reginald said that he presumed the gentleman was alluding to Mr.Twentyman's house.
"Ah, yes,--I dare say.

That was the name I heard up there.

You are not Mr.Twentyman, sir ?" "My name is Morton." "Morton, is it;--perhaps my friend's;--ah--ah,--yes." He didn't like to say uncle because Reginald didn't look old enough, and he knew he ought not to say brother, because the elder brother in England would certainly have had the property.
"I am Mr.John Morton's cousin." "Oh;--Mr.Morton's cousin.

I asked whether you were the owner of that farm-house because I intruded just now by passing through the yards, and I would have apologized.