Arthur chuckled and nodded again. "Yea shame on me. Want to try for a better life but, all that parlor talk and fancy suits ain't me. Even if Mary's father had given me a chance and approved us marryin', I doubt I would have been happy in that world."

He declined the cigarette and instead got up and fetched a pipe and some tobacco from the mantel. More of Hamish's old stuff but he'd come to enjoy it too.

As he packed his pipe, Arthur paused at the sudden question, eyes resting on the photograph which must have been as old as photographs were.

He continued his work. "No, but I had a son once." he answered at last before striking a match and lighting the pipe.