You can conjecture--is it not so ?--who I am by this time, although I am told that I do not bear any strong resemblance to my father." He took off his hat as he spoke, shook back his long black hair, and fixed his jet-black eyes upon Cheeseman.

That upright dealer had not recovered his usual self-possession yet, but managed to look up--for he was shorter by a head than his visitor--with a doubtful and enquiring smile.
"I am Caryl Carne, of Carne Castle, as you are pleased to call it.

I have not been in England these many years; from the death of my father I have been afar; and now, for causes of my own, I am returned, with hope of collecting the fragments of the property of my ancestors.

It appears to have been their custom to scatter, but not gather up again.

My intention is to make a sheaf of the relics spread by squanderers, and snapped up by scoundrels." "To be sure, to be sure," cried the general dealer; "this is vastly to your credit, sir, and I wish you all success, sir, and so will all who have so long respected your ancient and honourable family, sir.