It was probably his last visit, he said, as it was doubtful if he ever
returned to America, for he meant to settle down and die in Carnarvon,
his old home, where his only sister, Elizabeth, was living. Then he
talked of his money, which, he said, was considerable, and was mostly
invested in some slate quarries in the vicinity of Carnarvon.
For a long time the two men sat before the wood fire, talking of England
and Wales, eating the apples which Hannah brought them from the cellar,
and drinking freely of some wine which Peter had made himself, and which
he brought out in honor of his friend's last visit.
This at last began to take effect, making them loud and noisy, and
inclined to contradict each other, and quarrel generally, and then, as
the peddler was counting out his gold, of which he had several hundred
dollars he turned suddenly to Mr. Jerrold, and said:
"By the way, you have never paid me the five dollars I loaned you when
I was here last winter."
The latter affirmed that he had paid it in the spring, and that Hannah
saw him do it, which was the fact.
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