"You have just come out from the palace; do you belong there?"
"Yes, your worship."
"Know you Sir Humphrey Marlow?"
The boy started, and said to himself, "Lord! Mine old departed father!" Then he answered aloud, "Right well, your worship."
"Good—is he within?"
"Yes," said the boy; and added, to himself, "within his grave."
"Might I crave your favour to carry my name to him,and say I beg to say a word in his ear?"