I ought to have introduced her, but for having to make my own introduction.

Mr.Shovelin, this lady is Miss Erema Castlewood, the only surviving child of the late Captain George Castlewood, properly speaking, Lord Castlewood." Mr.Shovelin had been looking at me with as much curiosity as good manners and his own particular courtesy allowed.

And I fancied that he felt that I could not be a Hockin.
"Oh, dear, dear me!" was all he said, though he wanted to say, "God bless me!" or something more sudden and stronger.

"Lord Castlewood's daughter--poor George Castlewood! My dear young lady, is it possible ?" "Yes, I am my father's child," I said; "and I am proud to hear that I am like him." "That you well may be," he answered, putting on his spectacles.

"You are astonished at my freedom, perhaps; you will allow for it, or at least, you will not be angry with me, when you know that your father was my dearest friend at Harrow; and that when his great trouble fell upon him--" Here Mr.Shovelin stopped, as behooves a man who begins to outrun himself.