He was an old bachelor, and he kept house with his brother, who was a widower.
The two were much respected and beloved in the county, being kind, unaffected gentlemen, who did a great deal of good among the poor.

The justice was Mr.Robert Nicholson, and his brother, the widower, was Mr.
Philip.
I had got my hat on, and was asking the groom which horse I had better take, when an open carriage drove up to the house.

It contained Mr.
Philip Nicholson and two persons in plain clothes, not exactly servants and not exactly gentlemen, as far as I could judge.

Mr.Philip looked at me, when I touched my hat to him, in a very grave, downcast way, and asked for my mistress.

I told him she was ill in bed.