They say 'twas a foul blow, and Master Frank is my lord now, and Master Harry'-- why, what have you done since you've went out this morning?
Why, you have a-grow'd taller and changed your hair--though I know--I know you." One of the young women had tripped out by this time from the porter's lodge, and dropped the stranger a pretty curtsey.

"Grandfather sometimes does not recollect very well," she said, pointing to her head.

"Your honour seems to have heard of Lockwood ?" "And you, have you never heard of Colonel Francis Esmond ?" "He was Captain and Major in Webb's Foot, and I was with him in two campaigns, sure enough," cries Lockwood.

"Wasn't I, Ponto ?" "The Colonel as married Viscountess Rachel, my late lord's mother?
and went to live amongst the Indians?
We have heard of him.

Sure we have his picture in our gallery, and hisself painted it." "Went to live in Virginia, and died there seven years ago, and I am his grandson." "Lord, your honour! Why, your honour's skin's as white as mine," cries Molly.