So you are my uncle ?" The American mayor stared at the speaker in bewilderment, which was not lessened by an abrupt laugh from the gentleman at the fireplace.
"I guess I'll take a seat and work this out," said he.

"I'm your uncle, am I?
I never should have known it, if you hadn't been so obliging as to tell me, young man.

Which branch of the family tree do you hang on to ?" "Your sister had a son, Roger Ingleton.

That's my name." "Is that so?
And you're the present Squire of Maxfield?
Well, well.
When did you come to life again ?" "There was a false report of my death," said Ratman, glancing a little nervously at the tutor, who was diligently removing the mud from his riding-boots.
"Wal, it's singular.

I never expected to see a nephew of mine again.
Why, how long is it, now, since I went over?
Thirty-seven years if it's a day." "I can't remember that," said Ratman tentatively.
"Seeing you weren't born, you'd find it hard," said Mr Headland.