After thirty years!....Last time I saw him he was only twenty-two or twenty-three.

But he's the same sort of man, and he has the same eyes.

And look at Henry's eyes.
Besides, I heard twenty-five years ago that he'd gone into service with a Mr.Priam Farll, a painter or something, him that was buried in Westminster Abbey.

And everybody in Putney knows that this gentleman----" "Gentleman!" murmured Matthew, discontented.
"Was valet to Mr.Priam Farll.

We've heard that everywhere." "I suppose you'll not deny," said Henry the younger, "that Priam Farll wouldn't be likely to have _two_ valets named Henry Leek ?" Crushed by this Socratic reasoning, Priam kept silence, nursing his knees and staring into the fire.
Alice went to the sideboard where she kept her best china, and took out three extra cups and saucers.
"I think we'd all better have some tea," she said tranquilly.