I have heard his name, that is all.' 'Then,' the officer's voice was earnest, 'I pity him, and you no less, while you remain strangers, for you were made for one another.

Those ideas you have expressed, nay, the very words, are Alvan's: I have heard him use them.

He has just the same original views of society and history as yours; they're identical; your features are not unlike...

you talk alike: I could fancy your voice the sister of his.

You look incredulous?
You were speaking of Pompeius, and you said "Plutarch's Pompeius," and more for it is almost incredible under the supposition that you do not know and have never listened to Alvan--you said that Pompeius appeared to have been decorated with all the gifts of the Gods to make the greater sacrifice of him to Caesar, who was not personally worth a pretty woman's "bite." Come, now--you must believe me: at a supper at Alvan's table the other night, the talk happened to be of a modern Caesar, which led to the real one, and from him to "Plutarch's Pompeius," as Alvan called him; and then he said of him what you have just said, absolutely the same down to the allusion to the bite.