Never speaks to a soul, if he can help it.

Some folk say he's not right in his head; or turned miser, or somewhat, and takes naught but bread and water, and sits up all night in the room as was hers, turning over her garments.

Heaven knows what's on his mind--they do say he was over hard on her, and that drove her to it.

All I know is, he has never been in here for a drop of liquor (and he came as regular every evening as the town clock, sir) since she went, except a ten days ago, and then he met young Mr.Cary at the door, and I heard him ask Mr.Cary when you would be home, sir." "Put on my boots again.

I'll go and see him." "Bless you, sir! What, without your sack ?" "Drink it yourself, man." "But you wouldn't go out again this time o' night on an empty stomach, now ?" "Fill my men's stomachs for them, and never mind mine.