He wasn't offended at Morris forgetting his name, and wanted him to see it.
"Glad to know it; wouldn't like to think you were mixed up in the swindle.

You ought to thank your stars, my dear fellow, that you got into architecture instead of into Wall--" "But I am in--" "Yes, I know--you're with Hunt--" (another instance of a defective memory) "and you couldn't be with a better man--the best in the profession, really.

I'm talking of some scoundrels of your name--Breen & Co., the firm is--who, I hear, have cheated one of my clients--young Gilbert--fine fellow--just married--persuaded him to buy some gold stock--Mukton Lode, I think they called it--and robbed him of all he has.

He must stop on his house I hear.

And now, my dear Miss--" here he turned to the young girl--"I really forget--" "Ruth," she answered with a smile.