"They never thinks as how their fancies may well-nigh half kill a man!" Then he was silent for awhile, sitting back in his chair, not moving a limb, with his eyes fastened on Mrs. Pipkin's ceiling. Mrs. Hurtle had some work in her hand, and sat watching him. The man was to her an extraordinary being,--so constant, so slow, so unexpressive, so unlike her own countrymen,--willing to endure so much, and at the same time so warm in his affections! "Sir Felix Carbury!" he said. "I'll Sir Felix him some of these days. If it was only dinner, wouldn't she be back afore this, ma'am?"
"I suppose they've gone to some place of amusement," said Mrs. Hurtle.
"Like enough," said John Crumb in a low voice.

"They never thinks as how their fancies may well-nigh half kill a man!" Then he sat silent for a while, his eyes fastened on Mrs. Pipkin's ceiling. Mrs. Hurtle watched him. The man was to her an extraordinary being - so constant, so slow, so unexpressive, so unlike her own countrymen - yet so warm and enduring in his affections!
"Sir Felix Carbury!" he said. "I'll Sir Felix him one of these days. Shouldn't she be back by now, ma'am?"
"I suppose they've gone to some place of amusement," said Mrs. Hurtle.
"Like enough," said John Crumb in a low voice.
