10/11 What name shall I say, Sir? He was smoking a cigar, although it was within an hour of dinner-time; and at his heels slouched a huge bull-dog, who immediately began to growl and sniff at the new guest. "Quiet, you brute!" exclaimed the Squire, with his customary garnish of strong expletive. "Welcome to Crompton, Mr .-- I forget your name; or rather you forgot, I think, to favor me with it." "My name is Richard Yorke, Sir." "Yorke, Yorke--that sounds easterly. You are of the Cambridgeshire stock, I reckon, are you not ?" "No, Sir," returned the other, with a slight tremor in his voice, which he could not control; "I come from nearer home. |