David, his mind quite enfeebled by the torture of his position.
"What! is he your brother, then?" said Mr Prettyman, looking at his neighbour Freely rather sharply.
"All men are our brothers, and idiots particular so," said Mr Freely, who, like many other travelled men, was not master of the English language.
"Come, come, if he's your brother, tell the truth, man," said Mr Prettyman, with growing suspicion. "Don't be ashamed of your own flesh and blood."
Mr Palfrey was present, and also had his eye on Freely. It is difficult for a man to believe in the advantage of a truth which will disclose him to have been a liar. In this critical moment, David shrank from this immediate disgrace in the eyes of his future father-in-law.
"Mr Prettyman," he said, "I take your observations as an insult. I've no reason to be otherwise than proud of my own flesh and blood. If this poor man was my brother more than all men are, I should say so."
A tall figure darkened the door, and David, lifting his eyes in that direction, saw his eldest brother, Jonathan, on the door-sill.
"I'll stay wi' Zavy," shouted Jacob, as he, too, caught sight of his eldest brother; and, running behind the counter, he clutched David hard.
"What, he is here?" said Jonathan Faux, coming forward. "My mother would have no nay, as he'd been away so long, but I must see after him. And it struck me he was very like come after you, be-
