"There's no need.

And all I'm asking at you is just to know who it is I'm taking in.

You'll be having business in the town for a while ?" "Not business in the ordinary sense, ma'am," he answered.

"But there's kin of mine lying in more than one graveyard just by, and it's a fancy of my own to take a look at their resting-places, d'ye see, and to wander round the old quarters where they lived.

And while I'm doing that, it's a quiet, and respectable, and a comfortable lodging I'm wanting." I could see that the sentiment in his speech touched my mother, who was fond of visiting graveyards herself, and she turned to Mr.James Gilverthwaite with a nod of acquiescence.
"Well, now, what might you be wanting in the way of accommodation ?" she asked, and she began to tell him that he could have that parlour in which they were talking, and the bedchamber immediately above it.