Part 33 (2/2)
”The buttons,” said Brandon, ”are a little odd; but if you have not got any exactly like the similar will do”
”Oh, I think we'll fit you out, Sir I think we'll fit you out,”
rejoined the tailor, briskly
He bustled about ae nuan to select the buttons which were nearest like those on the coat
”This is a fine little village,” said Brandon, carelessly
”Yes, Sir; that's a fact, Sir; that's just what every body says, Sir”
”What old Hall is that which I saw just outside the village?”
”Ah, Sir, that old Hall is the very best in the whole county It is Brandon Hall, Sir”
”Brandon Hall?”
”Yes, Sir”
”I suppose this village takes the name froe?”
”Well, neither, Sir Both of them were named after the Brandon family”
”Is it an old family? It must be, of course”
”The oldest in the county, Sir”
”I wonder if Mr Brandon would let a stranger go through his grounds?
There is a hill back of the house that I should like to see”
”Mr Brandon!” exclai his head; ”Mr Brandon!
There ain't no Mr Brandon now!”
”How is that?”
”Gone, Sir--ruined--died out”
”Then theof the kind, Sir! He, Sir! Why he isn't fit to clean the shoes of any of the old Brandons!”
”Who is he?”
”His name, Sir, is Potts”