‘I wrote the entry in the cellar–book myself, sir, if you please,’ said David, in the tone of a man, quite confident in the strength of his facts. ‘Mr Linkinwater had only been here twenty year, sir, when that pipe of double–diamond was laid down.’

"Heaven forgive you, Sir Traveller!" said the hermit, whose own noise, and perhaps his nocturnal potations, prevented from recognising accents which were tolerably familiar to him---"Wend on your way, in the name of God and Saint Dunstan, and disturb not the devotions of me and my holy brother."