‘ O yes,’ he returned, observing her more attentively, ‘he were all that.’
‘ And healthy,’ said the old woman, ‘as the fresh wind?’
‘ Yes,’ returned Stephen. ‘He were ett’n and drinking—as large and as loud as a Hummobee.’
‘ Thank you!’ said the old woman, with infinite content. ‘Thank you!’
He certainly never had seen this old woman before. Yet there was a vague remembrance in his mind, as if he had more than once dreamed of some old woman like her.
She walked along at his side, and, gently accommodating himself to her humour, he said Coketown was a busy place, was it not? To which she answered ‘Eigh sure! Dreadful busy!’ Then he said, she came from the country, he saw? To which she answered in the affirmative.
‘ By Parliamentary, this morning. I came forty mile by Parl
