Cap'en Faircloth, as some is so busy calling 'im, now, in season and out of season till it's fairly fit to make you laugh .-- Remarkable tall, Johnny-head-in-air young feller with a curly yaller beard to him." "That's the man!" Tom exclaimed.
He had distrusted Jennifer's show of ignorance, believing he was being fenced with, played with, even royally lied to; but this merely served to heighten his curiosity and amusement.

Something of moment must lie, he felt, behind so much wandering talk, something of value, purposely and cunningly withheld until time was ripe for telling disclosure.
"Darcy Faircloth--Captain Faircloth ?" he could not but repeat, and with such honest puzzlement and evident desire for further enlightening as to overcome his hearer's hesitation.
"No--not a likely person for you to be in any wise acquainted with, sir," Jennifer returned, wary still, though yielding--"even if you didn't happen to be a bit new to Deadham yourself, as I may put it.

For been away mostly from his natural home here, young Faircloth has, ever since he was a little shaver.

Mrs.Faircloth--owns the Inn there and all the appurtenances thereof, sheds, cottages, boats, and suchlike, she does--always had wonnerful high views for him.

Quite the gentleman Darcy must be, with a boarding school into Southampton and then the best of the Merchant Service--no before the mast for him, bless you.