It's Rattray, of one of the many Kirby Halls in this country.

My one's down in Lancashire." "I suppose there's no need to tell my name ?" said I, less sadly, I daresay, than I had ever yet alluded to the tragedy which I alone survived.

It was an unnecessary allusion, too, as a reference to the foregoing conversation will show.
"Well, no!" said he, in his frank fashion; "I can't honestly say there is." We took a few puffs, he watching the fire, and I his firelit face.
"It must seem strange to you to be sitting with the only man who lived to tell the tale!" The egotism of this speech was not wholly gratuitous.

I thought it did seem strange to him: that a needless constraint was put upon him by excessive consideration for my feelings.

I desired to set him at his ease as he had set me at mine.