"Have you rested yourself ?" "Yes, thank you." The woman went away; then came another knock, and Mr.Woodstock entered the room.

He closed the door behind him, and drew near.

She had again started up, and did not move her eyes from his face.
"Have you any recollection of me ?" Abraham asked, much embarrassed in her presence, his voice failing to be as gentle as he wished through his difficulty in commanding it.
Ida had recognised him at once.

He had undergone no change since that day when she saw him last in Milton Street, and at this moment it was much easier for her to concentrate her thoughts upon bygone things than to realise the present.
"You are Abraham Woodstock," she said very coldly, the resentment associated with the thought of him being yet stronger than the dead habit which had but now oppressed her.
"Yes, I am.

And I am a friend of Osmond Waymark.