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“
And
I
thought
so
too
,
Mrs
.
Yeobright
,
”
said
Christian
earnestly
,
“
but
Father
there
was
so
eager
that
he
had
no
manners
at
all
,
and
left
home
almost
afore
’
twas
dark
.
I
told
him
’
twas
barely
decent
in
a
’
old
man
to
come
so
oversoon
;
but
words
be
wind
.
”
“
Klk
!
I
wasn
’
t
going
to
bide
waiting
about
,
till
half
the
game
was
over
!
I
’
m
as
light
as
a
kite
when
anything
’
s
going
on
!
”
crowed
Grandfer
Cantle
from
the
chimneyseat
.
Fairway
had
meanwhile
concluded
a
critical
gaze
at
Yeobright
.
“
Now
,
you
may
not
believe
it
,
”
he
said
to
the
rest
of
the
room
,
“
but
I
should
never
have
knowed
this
gentleman
if
I
had
met
him
anywhere
off
his
own
he
’
th
—
he
’
s
altered
so
much
.
”
“
You
too
have
altered
,
and
for
the
better
,
I
think
Timothy
,
”
said
Yeobright
,
surveying
the
firm
figure
of
Fairway
.
“
Master
Yeobright
,
look
me
over
too
.
I
have
altered
for
the
better
,
haven
’
t
I
,
hey
?
”
said
Grandfer
Cantle
,
rising
and
placing
himself
something
above
half
a
foot
from
Clym
’
s
eye
,
to
induce
the
most
searching
criticism
.
“
To
be
sure
we
will
,
”
said
Fairway
,
taking
the
candle
and
moving
it
over
the
surface
of
the
Grandfer
’
s
countenance
,
the
subject
of
his
scrutiny
irradiating
himself
with
light
and
pleasant
smiles
,
and
giving
himself
jerks
of
juvenility
.
“
You
haven
’
t
changed
much
,
”
said
Yeobright
.
“
If
there
’
s
any
difference
,
Grandfer
is
younger
,
”
appended
Fairway
decisively
.
“
And
yet
not
my
own
doing
,
and
I
feel
no
pride
in
it
,
”
said
the
pleased
ancient
.
“
But
I
can
’
t
be
cured
of
my
vagaries
;
them
I
plead
guilty
to
.
Yes
,
Master
Cantle
always
was
that
,
as
we
know
.
But
I
am
nothing
by
the
side
of
you
,
Mister
Clym
.
”
“
Nor
any
o
’
us
,
”
said
Humphrey
,
in
a
low
rich
tone
of
admiration
,
not
intended
to
reach
anybody
’
s
ears
.
